Lyric Goin Crazy
Smokin...
Hey!
[J-Ro]
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
[J-Ro]
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 niggaz with bad advice
Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding
Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding
Liks are westcoast 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!]
[Chorus]
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!
[Tash]
I m back at-ch ya
Ca-tash-tra
Spy master with a deuce-deuce
I bump heads with rappers
Tryin to knock them niggaz 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 wit ya opticals
I jump right out ya screen
Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans
Cuz 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
[Chorus]
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!
[J-Ro]
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
[Tash]
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Them niggaz lookin jealous
Cuz y all niggaz can t blaze me
Page me on battle night
We ll do it via sattelite
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!
[J-Ro]
Niggaz goin berserk
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
[Uh huh] uh-huh
Niggaz need
Niggaz 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
Hey!
[J-Ro]
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
[J-Ro]
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 niggaz with bad advice
Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding
Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding
Liks are westcoast 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!]
[Chorus]
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!
[Tash]
I m back at-ch ya
Ca-tash-tra
Spy master with a deuce-deuce
I bump heads with rappers
Tryin to knock them niggaz 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 wit ya opticals
I jump right out ya screen
Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans
Cuz 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
[Chorus]
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!
[J-Ro]
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
[Tash]
Crazy, crazy, crazy
Them niggaz lookin jealous
Cuz y all niggaz can t blaze me
Page me on battle night
We ll do it via sattelite
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!
[J-Ro]
Niggaz goin berserk
Yeah, uh huh, uh huh
[Uh huh] uh-huh
Niggaz need
Niggaz 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
