Five guys named Moe There's Big Moe... Little Moe... One guy... Big Moe Two guys... Little Big Moe Three guys... Four-Eyed Moe Four guys... No Moe Five guys... Eat Moe Five
Traduzione: La Jive Five. Che ora è.
Traduzione: La Jive Five. La mia vera storia.
x2] [Outro: 9th Prince ("King of New York" sample)] Yea that's how we do it In the year two thousand and four and five Y'all niggas is straight jive
know they suddenly rise They started slow long ago Head to toe healthy weathy and often wise At three score and five I'm very much alive I still got the jive
fourth parallel to your ism Know the diff of disrespect and criticism Five, I plead the fifth, I'm just plain live I won't riff with the jive that the
Now, let's just see, just how much I give you. She said you comin' on to me with that phony numbers jive Your style makes me smile, I give it a five
know, I'm not the one So see the next one, wha-oh-eee! Whoa! I'll slap five to a brother who ain't about no jive I'll smack ten to a friend who hooked
and my vest If the clip starts, slash a nigga, across his neck You got a deathwish, huh? You wanna bust yo', huh? I get-get jive, rush two to your side
all in your whip, turn the key and drive - WHATTUP? Make a mill' yeah we gon' make about five - WHATTUP? We speak the truth and we ain't talkin no jive
bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate ('ciate) No jive y'all niggaz can take a nosedive Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five) UNGHHH
Somebody got to go, somebody got to know I blow a mic, flow's are getting closer Caught up in the ponder rosa, chrome toaster Five broker, face poker
Lounge, many scrounge and scrounge Take 'em back to the real shit, real legit Any rapper on a label should resign and quit MCA, Arista, Interscope, Jive
What's poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc
What's poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie Ciroc and
in crowd say it's cool To dig this chanting thing But as the wind changed direction The temple band took five The crowd caught a wiff Of that crazy Casbah jive