Lyrics:
goin' crazy, I can't get wit' that
Wonder if they know, I know they won't go where we kick it at?
Ho, this shit ain't Gryffindor, we really killin',
goin' crazy, I can't get wit' that
Wonder if they know, I know they won't go where we kick it at?
Ho, this shit ain't Gryffindor, we really killin',
darling my bitch
Coz that shorty my bitch
Just who is
I don’t wanna go to hollywood no more baby
(California living ain’t nothing to me
Blue and sunny sky’s
of paper
And I splurged, I guess it's just the nigga urge
This is The Boondocks
I swear yo I'm like Huey mixed with Riley
Thursday I be trynna save
and fitted me in a black leather jacket
By seventeen, I had a shotgun to match it
Up in the action, in the mix, I could never forget
When I was younger, poor,
coriander, future wasn't open ended
Didn't really know my options growing up so close to killers
I ain't need that love, you wasn't down to go to jail about me
this lil bitty bitch yeah she faded damn
Brazy
Oooohh Shittt
No Chloe Or Haley
I Like How You Do It
She Going Dumnb
She Go Stupid
Knowing
She
go ask-ee me
WHICH ONE? (*after each line)
Problems of inflation
Problems of corruption
Of mismanagement
Stealing by government
Nothing we dey carry
'm kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
and I'm running out of time
Oh, I just wish I could find you, girl, oh ho
Said, I'm about to go crazy (to go crazy) (crazy, baby)
'Cause I've been
I go crazy
I go crazy when I'm without you
What have I done today
Just sat and watched the jets fly over
A car goes by
And the sun goes down
arm wrestle with the devil, I broke and seen whole
When our others box with God, I let my heat go
For the people like Huey P., we the lost generation
ain't shit
At least I'm famous and I ain't shit
Well, my mother loves me, I'm a baby
We still drive each other crazy
Now my man needs a liver, bought
or the bad guy
Work ethic crazy, like that traffic up in Van Nuys
I go crazy, like that traffic in Van Nuys
I go crazy, like that traffic in Van Nuys
I go
This the takedown, we go toe-to-toe
I'm not fake, wow, we go blow-for-blow
Is the bass loud? Come and let me know
Goin' dumb, goin' crazy (Loesoe
go, but I'm carrying it still n***a
Y'all gone feel n****s (Rahh!)
Kick down the doors at CNN (Gangsta)
N****s lookin’ like ESPN (No games though)
Like
don’t really have to feel it all right
I want you by my side
You’ll go crazy
You’ll go crazy
You’ll go crazy
You’ll go crazy
You’ll go crazy
You’ll go
make me (You dey make me)
Dey go crazy (Dey go crazy)
Crazy in love (Crazy in love)
Crazy in love (Crazy in love)
I go dey dey for you
Omo I go dey
goin' crazy)
That's my baby, (that's my baby)
She goin' crazy, like nah
She goin' crazy, that's my baby, you the one in my life
I want you by my side,
to breathe easy, no time to be young
But I tell myself that I was doin' all right
There's nothin' left to do at night
But go crazy on you
Crazy on you
do me?
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
waitin on me
at the compound
so get the trucks ready, and let's hit the back roads
to scam this motherfuckin' ass border patrol
I got my cousin Huey paid
I am Trugoy
A Dove-like boy
Could wingspread
But instead
I will employ
Me, the Plug Three
Or Baby Huey
I eat up
All ketchup
For its
What up yall
Skanks the rap martyr
Makeba mooncycle
They have stop signs
They have stop lights
Indicating where when we should stop go and proceed
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