me You left me there standing Do you remember me? Try how I try to keep it inside, yeah Crazy, crazy (I'm not goin', well I'm not goin' crazy) Show
Crazy You wouldn't talk to me You shut the door on me You left me there standing Do you remember me Try how I try to keep it inside Crazy I'm not going
Vertaling: Dope. Gek.
to Hong Kong. Hey, wait a minute man, check this out. I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy. That country music nearly drove me crazy
inside Crazy You wouldn't talk to me You shut the door on me You left me there standing Do you remember me Try how I try to keep it inside Crazy I'm
Crazy You wouldn't talk to me You shut the door on me You left me there stnding Do you remember me Try how I've tried to keep it inside Crazy I'm not
this club, alright Uh huh, what happened? What happened? I met this flyest freak, crazy fly Word, she was dope? Dope, had big ol' titties, right? Shit, big titties, crazy
to hit seven on one knee he played Worked tees and weights so he always got paid Blew on the hoes every dollar he made Crazy friends, crazy friends he had Superfly drobe, super dope
lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion There's gangsters all around Still crazy
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth I care nothing 'bout you, and that's evident All I love's my dope and dead presidents Sound crazy?
don't think so Take your moms, make that bitch my main ho' Let's go, let's go, let's go, show time Below the cynical side where my nigga kicked the dope
Yo, I met this girl the other night Hype super dope body and face, her mini skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my
And lives in South-Central Los Angeles Now I'm on a hideout tip 'cos they're after me LAPD says they're gonna capture me Was I crazy? I guess I had
on ???? load of my hit list And make duck rappers pray Many talk shit, but none step this way Cause I'm quick to beat down a weak clown Clock crazy juice
' like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay I'm packin' two gats and I wish I could carry more Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before Yeah, I know
mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Oh, to the mutha fuckin' G I break crazy
long dollars Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler Genius vocalist, rhyme style priceless Pound of gold around my neck, mic in my first The microphone virtuoso crazy
