Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Five Minutes To Flush, artist - Nature. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Five Minutes To Flush |
| They say they just want to question me the interuption |
| 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin' |
| Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock |
| Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick |
| Move the guns clip the herb |
| They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed |
| Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet |
| Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage |
| It’s my crib, got my name on the lease |
| Can’t explain niggas just get arrained and released |
| But who snitched set me up, I think it’s you bitch |
| Sacrificing my life for you two kids? |
| Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news |
| Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo |
| Mad reporters, I laugh as I’m sippin' my brew |
| They think they caught us |
| Hook: |
| 4 in the morning Feds are out at the door |
| What you gonna do? |
| What you gonna do when they come through for you? |
| Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| 4 minutes left |
| Nature: |
| About a minute went by they knocked harder |
| My bitch went hysterical in shock |
| Slapped her to calm her |
| 4−4 cocked to armor |
| It’s been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway |
| It’s senseless, enter my crib and can’t prevent this |
| Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges |
| Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin' |
| Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven |
| Like I’m Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. |
| bitch |
| «Nature turn yourself in» I didn’t say shit |
| Knowin' in my heart I’m a stay rich |
| It’s abusing, confusing them until they lose patience |
| Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba |
| Hoping the door doesn’t fall before the keys flush |
| Thieves rush, plus the riot squad |
| No surrender no retreat shit’s deep but times is hard |
| Hook |
| Nature: |
| By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash |
| Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math |
| They made me either that or let them take me |
| Still in my night clothes fake like I’m asleep |
| Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at |
| Predicate felon hope to never go back |
| They had survelance aware of all dealings |
| Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings |
| Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing |
| Chief of police finally meet him in person |
| But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do |
| Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll |
| Trying to laylow he can’t find what he need |
| So instead I’m cuffed taken down for some weed |
| But it’s just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge |
| On the streets to return the next court day |
| Hook |