5150 Lyrics – Ice Cube

Read the full 5150 lyrics by Ice Cube along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Cube’s music, you can also explore No Cap and 3 Lil Piggies, two other songs by Ice Cube.

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

[Verse 1]
Look ho, are you crazy, or just lazy?
I know the hair and nails are fugazi
Look at Tracy, walking in them daisy dukes
Like a prostitute, a n!gga had to shoot

‘Cuz I hit them boots, I’m not your lover (No)
Never judge a book by the mutherfu*king cover
You can call your mother and your crackhead brother
I’m still not your man dumb b!tch, don’t stutter (Dumb b!tch)
Crazy ass throw your s*it in the gutter
Psycho b!tch punch a hole in the rubber (Damn)
Psycho, disco, b!tch go to the kitchen
Hit yo ass with the hot crystal
I went down and bought me a whistle
And a pistol just for this sick hoe (Crazy b!tch)
I got an order to restrain yo daughter
And I’ma bust on her ass if she come any farther (For real)

[Chorus]
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe 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, high in the bushes
My paint scratched, car on the flat
That’s how you wanna act?
You fu*king maniac (Get back)

Go get a life, b!tch, I got me a wife
I got me a motherfu*king gun and a knife
I know you slow hoe didn’t even graduate
Cause your ass too busy bumping jazzy fake
Fu*k 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 little baby for a week
Ain’t just a freak, she a motherfu*king freak
And tell her ass to get my name on the cheek (Crazy hoe)
Hoe, you crazy as a Vietnam veteran
Go get your pills, b!tch
Better take your medicine

[Chorus]
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, 5150)

[Verse 3]
You’s a ditzo schizomaniac depressant
I have a n!gga sitting home panicking, stressing
She ain’t bipolar, this b!tch buy weed
She ain’t that sober, she off that tweak
Half cocked and not playing 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 d!ck super glued to your thigh
You’ll have to be restrained, held and detained
The first time the hoe call your mama out her name
A one night stand will lead to wedding plans
And talk about soccer practice and minivans
Fu*k with that and you’s a fool
I know that ass is fat, but n!gga I’m cool
I’m having flashbacks of that day in school
When she slid her wrist and jumped into the pool, n!gga

[Chorus]
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe is psychotic (5150, the b!tch need a antibiotic)
I think this hoe 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
Looking like a overfed St. Bernard
Or a curling iron burn on your forehead
You stomach look like a baked potato