5150 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch
I see your ass (You's a crazy b*tch)
Crazy b*tch
I see your ass (I got somethin’ for that ass)
Uh-huh
b*tch, I'ma shoot you (Yeah)
I'ma shoot you, b*tch (Believe that)
Come back over here (Mhm)
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Look, ho, are you crazy or just lazy?
I know the hair and nails are fugazi
Look at Tracy, walkin’ in them Daisy Dukes
Like a prostitute, a n*gga had to shoot
'Cause I hit them boots, I'm not your lover (No)
Never judge a book by the motherf*ckin' cover
You can call your mother and your crackhead brother
I'm still not your man, dumb b*tch, did I stutter? (D-D-Dumb b*tch)
Crazy ass, throw your sh*t in the gutter
Psycho b*tch, punch a hole in the rubber (Damn)
Psycho, heifer, disco, b*tch
Go to the kitchen, hit your ass with the hot Crisco
I went down and I bought mе a whistle
And a pistol just for this sick ho (Crazy b*tch)
I got an order to restrain your daughtеr
And I'ma bust on her ass if she come any farther (For real)
[Chorus]
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)

[Verse 2]
When I go get a meal, see you parked up the hill (That's her)
Always tryna push us, hidin' in the bushes (Woo, we in the hood, b*tch)
My paint scratched, car on the flat
That’s how you wanna act, you f*cking maniac? (Get back)
Go get a life, b*tch, I got me a wife
I got me a motherf*ckin’ gun and a knife
I know you slow, ho, didn't even graduate
’Cause your ass too busy bumpin' Jazze Pha
f*ck the ass, homies see how the b*tch act
Is she one can short of a six-pack?
When she call the police, kick you off the lease
And not let you see your lil' baby for a week
Ain't just a freak, she a motherf*ckin’ freak
And tell her ass to get my name on the cheek (Crazy ho)
Ho, you crazy as a Vietnam veteran
Go get your pills, b*tch, better take your medicine (Cuckoo)

[Chorus]
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)
[Verse 3]
You's a ditzo, schizomanic depressant
I have a n*gga sittin' home panickin', stressin'
She ain't bipolar, this b*tch buy weed
She ain't that sober, she off that Twea
Half c*cked and not playin' with a full deck
No need to rubberneck, the b*tch is a train wreck
She ain't the one, homie, don't even try
Unless you want your di*k superglued to your thigh
You'll have to be restrained, held and detained
The first time the ho call your mama out her name
A one-night stand will lead to weddin' plans
And talk about soccer practice and minivans
f*ck with that and you's a fool
I know that ass is fat, but n*gga, I'm cool
I'm havin' flashbacks of that day in school
When she slit her wrists and jumped into the pool, n*gga

[Chorus]
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, the b*tch need an antibiotic)
I think this ho is psychotic (5150, 5150)

[Outro: Mike Epps]
Look, b*tch, you want me to cheat?
You wanna act like a man? I'ma treat you like a man
b*tch, get in the car
Lookin' like an overfed St. Bernard
Or a curlin' iron burn on your forehead
Your stomach look like a baked potato