Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Bottoms Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.04.2012
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Crazy |
| They say I’m crazy, and I don’t give a fuck |
| Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts |
| Crazy (lay a nigga down like what) |
| Cause they don’t know nothin 'bout me |
| Trice is the truth, puncture your roof |
| If what I enunciate ain’t gettin through you |
| Listen nigga, School Craft raised me |
| Hey bay-bay, you don’t wanna fuckin play with me |
| I got the K covered up in the back |
| Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped |
| Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing |
| I don’t act out a movie, I’m actually the scene |
| I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back |
| With a bad bitch Italian and black |
| They don’t take double takes, they take Kodaks |
| Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. |
| at |
| Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds |
| Supposed to, I’m a muh’fuckin thug |
| But they say he crazy cause he don’t give a fuck |
| First nigga play me, light his ass up |
| Yeah I’m crazy, the hood made me |
| So O abide by the code on the daily |
| Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted |
| Cause I live like unrealistically |
| Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me |
| Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me |
| underneath the soil |
| Ain’t no future in your frontin, nigga I’m Detroit loyal |
| Oh so what you know karate? |
| I know crazy |
| Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy |
| Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that |
| Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that |
| 'Til I get more «Whassup's"than Martin |
| Get drunk, come through, bust up the party |
| Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice |
| You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right |
| Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin |
| Bodies start droppin, disappearin |
| Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up |
| Ain’t no comin back from that bruh |
| Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag |
| Give a fuck what neighborhood you at |
| What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin |
| Lord knows someone family’s sufferin |
| And I ain’t the nigga that’ll start the beef |
| I lay back, I ain’t got a problem with G |
| But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E |
| Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus |
| These demons keep chasin me |
| Get away from me, or the AK speaks |
| No wonder why they see him as a freak |
| Say he crazy, in the muh’fuckin street |