fucking night creeping Simon, it's my crazy life ese Mi vida loca A crazy ass rola so let me tell ya A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella
cut the crap A war goin? on so where y?all at? By the power comes great responsibility F the police but who?s stoppin? you from killin? me? Disasters, fiascoes over a loop
) Get off me, dog, I'll shit face I mean I ain't got shit on my face, but ya know People in the suburbs hate me (why?) Southwest carnival crazy (
they always say D.M.C., you look so cute In your Carhart suits and Adidas boots I'm not souped, I just troop Loop the loop for my crew I hold the fort
I can read the rest I can dig it you can dig it Put a nigga in the grave if he hate or penetrate The loop of love a nigga made if you steppin to me You
ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice [ Verse 2 : ] { Byrd Lady } First lady so wavy, lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady Holdin' up you know it gets crazy
with some apple juice I ain't mad at you, cookies with some apple juice First lady so wavy Lady of the birds, this is the Byrd Lady Harlem standin' up, you know it gets crazy
loops Leanin' up against my ride Remember the first time I touched you It doesn't matter, I've held you a million times Your fingers hooked around my belt loops
die I'm growing you inside the star's eye You fascinate the loops with open belt If dreams were we, I'd be the sea And you're some crazy fishing man
die You can't bring me You can't bring me down Who the hell you calling crazy? You wouldn't know what crazy was If Charles Manson was eating fruit loops
Written by billy burnette and michael smotherman. I was laughing at all these people, who Jump through hoops and loop de loop In the name of love I
holla at ya boy bitch But holla at ya boy bitch I'm the boy bitch Not ya boy bitch Cuz ya boy a Bitch! Young Moola Crazy:] Eastside Loco, ya sweet like
how we want it flipped from the back to the front when I drops me the manuscript, 'cause I got the moves and I'm always done my flow with the crazy crazy
' who or what comes next What the hell did marco polo think When he ran into the wall Or the crazy flying tigers Doin' spins and loops and stalls Just
So I can rock on and drop the styles I write I like hip-hop, ya don't stop and all that I rock the freak styles And neat styles that are crazy phat,
that just saw 'Mutant Ninja Turtles' A guy walked over, said, "Your earring's cute" I said, "I'm wearin' a earring, but it ain't no Fruit Loop" Me and
drunk driver Faster than a crackhead, mo' powerful Than a loco when I gotcha in a chokehold I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the G's, so I can talk crazy When the nark's