I kick it with a nickel platted nine So I can hit you in the nick of time hit the nicest I can find Every nights a different dime (Madchild) I was a crazy
real superstar, check out the booty y'all Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy Dutches pumped
and jellies Jordache and Lees, TF Lords fit the fellies [Incomprehensible] and Kangol buckets, BVD's Go to Sergio's like, fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy
zoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy
your face in all I do Sometimes it's so hard to believe it But God, I know you have your reasons They said, "He's busy hold the line, please" Call me crazy
auction And let them chant the number And use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday school images
subway Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way In a vocabulary scrimage But cursing in my village ain't good for my image So Big Daddy
Got blessed as Golden child You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore Because of my image, I might call you a whore You know my image
fuck! Lord oh please what's happening to me?- It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain Driving me crazy,
noticed, but Your name is on a lot of quotes in this book Us crazy humans wrote it, You should take a look And all the people that You made in Your image
Yes I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards The Image Awards Secret Servicemen, you can sit down My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so arrogant
Eightball: Close your eyes image just you and I alone No instigators or player haters in our zone It's on, we bone like two high school kids Breathing
, I'll be left with the respect of my peers Chorus: What we're doing here is crazy, Super Official with the style, What we're doing here is crazy, If
your beard off Crippled dope fiends in wheelchairs stare Vision blurry, 'cus buried deep in they mind are stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70'
Rock to it, rock to it Don't let the nice guy image fool ya See there's a lotta things that you didn't know What I'm about to do might be peculiar I
like cheyenne Quick, hit 'em with trifectas, the fruit of bad nectars dyin Cause I am, what I am changed, switch it up like OutKast Everybody thought that Andre was crazy
Monday morning brings the sunrise A welcome sight a sight for sore eyes I owe my answers now to no one Flying high and anchor free A mirror image passes
know I dance the fire with a crazy glaze And juxtapose to coin this haze Wolf trap and fireflies, what does it mean? Oh, the image sticks like glue