Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Dope, artist - DJ EFNDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crazy Dope |
| If you goin' to that, if you go down to Florida, you go to Miami |
| Uh, you know, you got |
| Just like in New York, you got the mainstream and, you know |
| And then you got that subculture, the underground |
| And then you got some people who are able to kinda fuse the two together |
| (Okay) That’s who he is |
| And I used to go party in Miami all the time |
| This guy would fly me down and we would have the craziest parties |
| And set off, Ocean Boulevard down in Miami |
| It’s such a blur, I call it the dark ages |
| That’s how hard we used to party (wow) |
| Alright, we got the one and only, the magnificent |
| DJ EFN is here (woohoo!) |
| EFN’S mixin', Milk is chillin' |
| What more can I say? |
| Top Billin' |
| That’s what we get, got it good |
| He’s reppin', Crazy Hood |
| Reppin' to the year til I’m grabbin' for the moment |
| Slap you in the ear and given dap to my opponent |
| Puffin the pa, puff piff pot in the car |
| Put out the pot pop the car pop shots at your squad |
| P! |
| Showboatin' new ratchets |
| I’m so dope it’s blue magic |
| P! |
| Fly brotha very gold |
| Suede front jacket with the tri color herringbone |
| Gun in the gear, none in the ear |
| Your man tough dandruff, one in his hair |
| Uh! |
| Change the gat so strange at night |
| Thanks to rap still changed my life |
| Degenerate general, criminal intent |
| Predicate felon belittle ten percent |
| Uh, EFN, time to spin the tunes |
| About to put the lighter to the spoon I’m so dope |
| EFN’S mixin', Milk is chillin' |
| What more can I say? |
| Top Billin' |
| That’s what we get, got it good |
| He’s reppin', Crazy Hood |
| Mook is chillin' (chillin') coupe no ceilin' (ceilin') |
| Took blacks off for the love of drug dealin' (right) |
| Money over bitches is a song I sing (yeah) |
| And for every stone I threw, I put it on my ring |
| True fact, it ain’t worth me lettin' these tools clap |
| If you reach, I’ll give you the beats, boom bap |
| Went from new smack (yup) to own a few sack (yup) |
| Like the kid on X-Mas, runnin' through rap (woo!) |
| Speakin' of X-Mas, she callin' me reckless |
| And I’m eggin' her on by havin' orgies for breakfast |
| Used to want Alexis (yup) now I want a Lexus (yup) |
| Next time I’m in your town, send me your direction (whatup fool?) |
| Reppin' with EFN (yup) niggas ain’t even f’in with us (nah) |
| All I’m tryna do collect and sit up (yeah) |
| Drink good, smoke good, keep the suckas from around me |
| And take whatever the Lord allow me, easy! |
| EFN’S mixin', Milk is chillin' |
| What more can I say? |
| Top Billin' |
| That’s what we get, got it good |
| He’s reppin', Crazy Hood |