Crazy by Enstien Lyrics
(enstien)
Flavor said “fuck it” and he took his clock off
Same day Hova lost it and he cut the Roc off
I’m from the city where they sin two times, dope white
Boy tell em’ I don’t do lines
So I snuck up in the back though, brim flat hat low
Kick-back lax flow, give em’ what they ask for
Drop a couple stacks on you that's nothin'
Hundred after hundred girl a nigga ain't frontin'
So I keep on thinking if I should stay or go but the way
I look at it and already know what I should do just go
With the flow man no one lazy nigga I be crazy
Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men
Got a masta plan chasin' that bitch till he run outta breath
Bullets don't stop he gon' meet his damn deathLate to my own
Release party man I'm tore up and I'm plastered
Sorta happy I ain't blow up any faster
Now I'm wishing it would slow up, let me capture -
Experiences, while I grow up as a bachelor
Got on my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin' iller
Tune in this bitch, everybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel
Buried, Remove her send the cheetahs to the tomb our war
Is over, our queen has met her doom no more she lives no
More serpent in her room Yeah, when I step in the spot
Motherfuckers say "who that?" enstien, but you already
Knew that Walked up to a red bone like I'm the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch
Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level i'll never
Worship the devil.no stop no stop man I will just pop
We bouncers be crazy are there rounders (maybe)
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none
Sister Act It's Young Money you bitch you, my weed louder
Than pimp suits if you smoke like I smoke then your high like everyday
Now my friend says he wants to play but I say I'm a crazy nigga
Gotta fourty four in my hand I'm not afraid to pull the trigger
Bitch I got an itch to go crazy yet again aren't you a true friend
I guess this is the end fuck it im screwed any ways so I guess i'll
Just get a few days Nobody knows me I'm cold Walk down this road all alone
It's no one's fault but my own When he came across this young man Sawing on a guitar
And playing it hot And enstien jumped up on the counter And said,"nigga, let me tell You what"
Flavor said “fuck it” and he took his clock off
Same day Hova lost it and he cut the Roc off
I’m from the city where they sin two times, dope white
Boy tell em’ I don’t do lines
So I snuck up in the back though, brim flat hat low
Kick-back lax flow, give em’ what they ask for
Drop a couple stacks on you that's nothin'
Hundred after hundred girl a nigga ain't frontin'
So I keep on thinking if I should stay or go but the way
I look at it and already know what I should do just go
With the flow man no one lazy nigga I be crazy
Pistol grip forty-four in my hand, ten wanted men
Got a masta plan chasin' that bitch till he run outta breath
Bullets don't stop he gon' meet his damn deathLate to my own
Release party man I'm tore up and I'm plastered
Sorta happy I ain't blow up any faster
Now I'm wishing it would slow up, let me capture -
Experiences, while I grow up as a bachelor
Got on my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin' iller
Tune in this bitch, everybody should be worried
Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel
Buried, Remove her send the cheetahs to the tomb our war
Is over, our queen has met her doom no more she lives no
More serpent in her room Yeah, when I step in the spot
Motherfuckers say "who that?" enstien, but you already
Knew that Walked up to a red bone like I'm the shit
Told her give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch
Yeah skate rebel gun at my waist level i'll never
Worship the devil.no stop no stop man I will just pop
We bouncers be crazy are there rounders (maybe)
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass, they don't want none
Sister Act It's Young Money you bitch you, my weed louder
Than pimp suits if you smoke like I smoke then your high like everyday
Now my friend says he wants to play but I say I'm a crazy nigga
Gotta fourty four in my hand I'm not afraid to pull the trigger
Bitch I got an itch to go crazy yet again aren't you a true friend
I guess this is the end fuck it im screwed any ways so I guess i'll
Just get a few days Nobody knows me I'm cold Walk down this road all alone
It's no one's fault but my own When he came across this young man Sawing on a guitar
And playing it hot And enstien jumped up on the counter And said,"nigga, let me tell You what"