wants Crazy, crazy, you amaze me Crazy lady, rearrange me Crazy baby, I'm so in love with you right now Crazy, crazy, you amaze me Crazy lady, rearrange me Crazy
puff up then I might just have to But I ain't come here to crack his mouth, I came here to rock the house Yeah, I get crazy and wild anything for the
is, "Don't get caught." Nigga like me hit the ground runnin', gunnin', frontin' with thugs. Gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud
t get caught Nigga like me get the gun running Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud, And
: Crazy Janey and her mission man were back in the alley tradin' hands `Long came Wild Billy with his friend G-man all duded up for Saturday night Billy
So when he does the little things, When he treats you like a queen In a crazy way I'm bearing the rood Ooh, I feel like I did all the fixing in mud But
m being dragged through mud here To wait till I'm beat up inside But when your eyesight comes back Tell me if you're in there too We're lost we're crazy
father So not a lot of good, i'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be in my blood cause I don't know how I do it All I know is I
like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces And I don't wanna be alive [Chorus] Boy, boy, crazy boy Gotta rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, crazy boy Gotta rocket in my
the Dog Nothin' but a walk in the park [Eve] Always been the bitch that could roll with a thug and Wipe up the blood Roll in the mud with your other
cut then comes the blood Falls to the dirt turns into mud From the soil we grow together That's no way to get to heaven And everyone thinks that's crazy
We're in there where the people don't go Licking and sticking and piercing the pud Blowing and hoeing and covered in mud We don't care what the people
Ice Cube, I ain't no gimmick I'm straight from the hood, I got to represent it Now - every day I think about my color And all the crazy shit we do to
exactly what's true Something's dragging through the mud Mosquitoes attracted to the blood They say the dark depths have no bottom Some never came back up and got em Crazy
I won't crap out I'm glad I am crazy, it keeps me trying I despise the trendies, I know They're lying If you want to stir up real mud You had better
you Smalltown killing-spree that's organized by the youth Fuck the media, them fags be disguising the truth Dragging my name through the mud when televizing
not the end, there is more to show We've got about fifteen minutes to go) Survived the plague Floated the flood Just peeked our heads above the mud No
