Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Got Crazy, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 18.09.2006
Song language: English
She Got Crazy |
| I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door |
| Because she got a little bit crazy |
| I don’t want no deranged lady |
| That’ll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies |
| I don’t want another insane lover |
| Cuttin' on my rubber |
| Houndin' me just to tell her I love her |
| Gotta give it to them big butt girls |
| The ones that don’t give a fuck |
| «Just-wanna-bust-nut» girls |
| When them feelings involved |
| Now you playin' with fire |
| Gotta let 'em know from the gate |
| Man, you ain’t tellin' no lies |
| I just wanna (touch that) |
| I just wanna (couple times) |
| I just wanna (no ties) |
| Can a thugsta hit that there? |
| No need to blow me up one day, we right back here |
| Doin' what we do, I see you like that there |
| Baby girl, let me just keep this fair |
| You do you and I’ll do me |
| Can we do it, do it like that? |
| Keep it creepin', creepin' |
| Yes they say it’s better than sneakin', sneakin' |
| But when it’s all over, it’s just over |
| No knives or policemen |
| Now me and her been rollin' together |
| Now for quite some time |
| And she been naggin' a nigga |
| The whole damn ride |
| When I first met the girl |
| Everything was all good |
| She grew up around my way |
| So hey, the love was all hood |
| So I figured it was cool |
| And we could do this |
| And, plus she had a booty |
| That was sicker than lupus |
| I had to scoop it |
| Anyway, we started hangin' out |
| And talkin' on the phone mo' |
| And before you know |
| We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk |
| Everything was cool, y’all |
| We had it plain and simple |
| She wasn’t my broad, and I wasn’t her man |
| More like «homie-lover-friends» |
| She said she understand |
| But I can’t tell she comprehend |
| Cause she keyin' on my Benz |
| While I’m sleepin', she be creepin' on me |
| Sneakin' in my pockets |
| Lookin' for numbers in my phone |
| And condoms in my wallet |
| Then she overdid it |
| This bitch pointed a pistol at me |
| Talkin' about «We need to talk» |
| Cause she ain’t happy |
| So shit… |
| Little sweet thang |
| She love to floss |
| Clothes to her lip gloss |
| Makin' hard thugs turn soft |
| Lookin' like Diana Ross |
| Slim, sweet and sexy |
| Something like a little sister |
| 'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn) |
| To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass |
| I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class |
| Back in school, a nigga’s mission was to fuck 'em and flee |
| But I was young, so I let her get close to me |
| And I was kinda in love |
| Everyday a nigga wit' her |
| After school a nigga wit' her |
| At the mall takin' pictures |
| All the while I got my niggas sayin' I’m breakin up the group |
| I’m out here missin' my rehearsals |
| Cause I’m tryin' to knock boots |
| She ain’t even let me hit it |
| Got me talkin' about commitment |
| Got me climbin' through the window |
| Won’t even let me get it |
| Last thing that she said |
| Snapped me back to reality |
| We in the 12th grade |
| Talkin' about «you wanna marry me?» |