Goin' Crazy

Smokin' Hey! I'm a lik, your a lik Everybody on that shit Everybody wanna get All fucked up I'm a lik, your a lik Everybody on that shit Everybody wanna get All fucked up Ladies shake it up Mackin'-Ro shakedown I shake the ground When I roll through your town I shake my glass of cognac with ice I shake dice I shake niggas with bad advice Bullet comin' at ya like rice at a wedding Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding Liks are west coast veterans You weak like the Bengals Soft like mangos and rainbows I train hos to love me Only gotta rub me I make the whole world wanna pop that bubbly And by the way, I'm Al Al-co-holic I act a fool and frolic Till I hurl in the toilet J-Ro dangerously Givin you brain surgery Like a drunken doctor Drunken mic-rocker The hos mouth smell like cock, uh I should sock ya And lock ya In a room with nothing but bread and vodka (Ha!) Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again (Tash) Say what? Over this hip-hop, hey! I'm back at-ch ya Ca-tash-tra Spy master with a deuce-deuce I bump heads with rappers Tryin to knock them niggas screws lose So come watch the fireworks, believe me its a trip While Tash will fry ya extra crispy, like Stevie's on the strip I never rap typical I might change the topic, though Rap about the ghetto then I switch to something tropical Fuckin' with ya opticals I jump right out ya screen Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans 'cause Calvin Klein's No friend of mine But I be fuckin' with his dimes on the billboard signs Rhymnes shine like spotlights on inmates at San Quentin E-Swift bang the tracks, make the hottest jams written Sittin' in the dark Flows sprark the light If you drunk while you rappin time to park your mic It's like this, muthafuckers Time for all y'all to peep the flow Y'all goin' crazy now I lost my mind like 3 weeks ago Feelin' like a UFO Everybody stop and stare Fresh out the chair On "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" Time for us to take it there Peep what we showing you You goin' crazy now We know what the fuck you goin' through Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again (J-Ro) Yo! Over this hip-hop, hey! Yo, Swift twist the beat that hit hard like Tyson squabbles Ain't a drunk, my motto rowdy as the game module Me and my apostles, puff and breathe through nostrils Honeys peel Milano Wanna ride this colossal Might find me and Tash, in a green El Dorado With some models that gobble South-side Chicago Might be poppin' bottles Rocky Mountains, Colorado Or Harlem world Poppin' collars up in the Apollo Goin'crazy Crazy, crazy, crazy Them niggas lookin' jealous 'cause y'all niggas can't blaze me Page me on battle night We'll do it via satellite Channel 2, Pay-per-view I'll serve you without a mic Leave your eyes without a face Disappear without a trace Last seen in outer-space You all in court without a case Don't fight it The Liks is united They say we broke up but every story's two-sided (Nigga) Can't you see I'm losing my mind Goin' Crazy Over this hip-hop, hey! Can't you see that I'm losing my mind, again Over this hip-hop, hey! Niggas goin' berserk Yeah, uh huh, uh huh (Uh huh) uh-huh Niggas need Niggas need a new drug One that don't make ya sick One that don't make ya throw-up One that don't make ya sleepy One that don't make ya beat up on your kids