Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - K Rino. Album song Triple Darkness, Vol. 1: Wreck Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.02.2008
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
Crazy |
Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire |
The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires |
When it’s peaceful she be bored but when it’s drama she love it |
The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public |
No matter what you try to do for her, it ain’t no pleasing |
First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason |
You in ya car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you |
She’ll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you |
It be seeming like she drunk man but really she’s sober |
The kind that start cussing the laws out when y’all getting pulled over |
Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low |
Might see a chick that she don’t even know and go «I hate that hoe» |
The kind who argue all night and always think she right |
The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn’t even fight |
She got a case she on probation and still won’t quit |
The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some shit |
And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her |
And got three or four crazy home girls that’ll ride with her |
Try’na leave her, she’ll sabotage your whole situation |
Go lying and dig up all your personal information |
Accusing you of things you didn’t do to start drama |
The kind of chick that bet not ever introduce to yo mama |
If you try to break up with her but you married with kids |
She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y’all did |
She’ll invetrate yo stash and bleed yo cash |
And if you mess around and get her pregnant, that’s yo ass |
But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex |
Cause everybody know that’s crazy woman got the best sex |
Yeah |
Crazy dudes so in love we throwed off in the dome |
Hiding in the bushes waiting on yo ass to get home |
We handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know |
Going to jail is a routine like a trip to the corner store |
And even if the cops around you, you don’t feel protected |
If he don’t threatening you at least once a day you’ll feel neglected |
The type of dude to fight yo daddy and ain’t scared of the laws |
That’ll pop up at your front door and a roam in some draws |
You see em walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind |
Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying |
The kind you couldn’t run away from if you move to Iraq |
And that restraining order you filed don’t it don’t mean jack |
Fatal attracting to the third power you wish you could leave |
He’ll go aging physically drag you out the club by your weave |
All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder |
The ones that threaten to kill they self, when you tell em it’s over |
Told you he loved you the first day that y’all started talking |
Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y’all walking |
Twenty-five eighty constantly around yo ass |
Changing number and move two times still found yo ass! |
Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence |
Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes |
You’re real jealous, any trust he tried to show you it’s phony |
And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies |
He knows street fighting, Tae bo, kung-fu and karate |
And if he catch you out of line, he’ll goin kill everybody |
But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said |
Cause he be tearing yo little ass up when he get’chu in bed |