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