Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ca !, artist - Gilbert Bécaud. Date of issue: 28.02.2006
Song language: English
Ca ! |
| Yo! |
| This for all my motherfucking niggaz |
| On the West Coast, on the East Coast |
| In the mid-West, the Dirty South |
| Nigga, I don’t care what you doing |
| Who you wit, or where you at, nigga |
| Go Crazy, nigga |
| Go motherfucking Crazy, nigga |
| Get motherfucking sick wit it! |
| Sometimes I might get a little Crazy |
| Dipped and sticking doors with one-eighty |
| Ever since the G’s raised me |
| The streets couldn’t fade me, go Crazy |
| Yeah, all y’all niggaz go Crazy |
| Leave the bitch-ass niggaz braindead in the daily |
| Too many ho’s yelling, «Christ Bearer, save me!» |
| Bitches can’t swim cuz the water too wavy |
| My nigga, get a little nuts |
| The Wu don’t give two fucks, Clan like Klu Klux |
| Lace the Digi with the 'dro |
| Tai Bo, bust ya fo'-fo', let ya hair down, ho |
| Ya gotta get a little sick |
| Let niggaz try to play you like a step-child and click |
| Fuck the dumb shit, nigga, trip |
| Lose ya grip, pull a semi-automatic out the whip |
| Get psychotic, neurotic, they want it, they got it |
| Bang it to the boogie, hypnotic |
| Dip a stick and do a quick one-eighty |
| Like G’s that raised me, a Long Beach baby |
| Taught me the difference of a bitch and a lady |
| The streets can’t fade me when I’m liable to go Crazy |
| Crazy, like hitting a bank with a three-eighty |
| And maybe, flip and pistol-whip an old lady |
| That’s shady, ya think that’s shady? |
| Hell, not as shady as the bitch that had my first baby |
| And maybe, that’s why I blow big dope on the daily |
| And maybe, I’ll fuck ten more bitches and have ten more babies |
| And lately, I’ve been wanting to take shit back to the eighties |
| And maybe, I’ll drive-by shooting at niggaz that hate me |
| See baby, you know my story and that’s the way it still goes |
| Real crazy, I’m still rapping baby and I still hate ho’s |
| Shoshot is sick wit it, gots nothing for ho’s |
| but conversation and some dick wit it, can you dig it? |
| I’m a zipped down fool, and niggaz pause when I spit it |
| I might strip to my drawers, when I trip off the liquid |
| See maybe, I need to get fucked up 'til I hurl |
| cuz I’m Crazy like 2Pac screaming «Fuck the world!» |
| Yeah, fuck that, go looney |
| Screaming «Bitch, sue me», off the wall like a young Paul Moonie |
| Break a rule, act a motherfucking fool |
| Roll a cutty on D’s, solo at the carpool |
| Play Clyde Bearer’s like a young Warren Beaty |
| Let Bonnie be ya lady so the bitch go Crazy |
| While niggaz go Crazy I stay amazing |
| Doing what I do, straight blazing |
| Re-arranging, the time structure in the streets |
| Rotating planets like my people far out, you can’t see |
| Believe it or not, a drop |
| NorthStar make ya heart stop |
| Too hot. |
| yeah, my shit stay live. |
| wit a vibe |
| that makes niggaz go Crazy when they get high (pass that) |
| Bitches button down ya button-fly |
| Niggaz bust ya fo'-five, get real live |
| Cuz ya only live this life once |
| So bounce to this motherfucker like you own one (bounce) |
| Dip a stick and straight trip on a nigga |
| Take a sip and straight spit on a nigga |
| Cuz the streets straight raised me |
| But they couldn’t fade me (nigga), go Crazy |