Crazy by Kevin Federline Lyrics
[Intro]
K-Federline, Bosko
We got 'em on this one, dude
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do
[Verse 1: Kevin Federline]
When the pen hits the pad, it's in the left hand
Every single word is worth thirty grand
Or maybe more, don't think they understand
How much cake the Pancake Man had
So heavy like weight, moving upstate
Care for my rhyme like the crime rate
I fucks with you, boy, the prince of the bay
Sit back, day to day
I got two backpacks, Fresno on one
L.A. in other, while I'm holding my sons
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death
Daughter on my chest, wife on my left
Let's go
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
[Verse 2: Kevin Federline]
That's how I'ma ride, for my family I'd die
Bet you're all thinking I'm that guy
Don't care about you, bitch, 'cause I'm the truth
I ball like Kobe shooting hoops, up in the roof
Been the million dollar corporation, call me aloof
Like I said once before, bitch, I'm the truth
Hollywood can't catch me but they got you
Nothing fake round here, I'm the realest dude
Haters feel us too, I'm in and out the groove
Every word out my mouth make headline news
I'm the best, I rule, come test my tools
You dudes so square, get my slang out manuals, ha
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
[Bridge: Britney Spears]
And they say I'm a little crazy
But they don't even know you, baby
So they base all their the accusations
On what they really don't know
So tired of all the speculation
Fed up of negative fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy
[Verse 3: Kevin Federline]
Never been a surfer, but my chang hang loose
Got so much flavor like 2Pac juice
Got dudes wishing you're in my shoes
I'm a rock star, baby, I do what I wanna do
Tough pack, my crew will come and clobber you
Let the pope come out and watch it swallow you
Not a pretty boy, but I look like a model do
Not a gangster, but in my life, yeah, I've fought a few
Hit the hustle tight now, it look like I'm robbing you
All yours fly, watch how I swatted you
Better think twice how you come at me
I'm a godfather now, I'm about my family, yeah
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
K-Federline, Bosko
We got 'em on this one, dude
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
And they say
I'm crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I'm a little crazy
But they don't know
All the things you do
[Verse 1: Kevin Federline]
When the pen hits the pad, it's in the left hand
Every single word is worth thirty grand
Or maybe more, don't think they understand
How much cake the Pancake Man had
So heavy like weight, moving upstate
Care for my rhyme like the crime rate
I fucks with you, boy, the prince of the bay
Sit back, day to day
I got two backpacks, Fresno on one
L.A. in other, while I'm holding my sons
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death
Daughter on my chest, wife on my left
Let's go
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
[Verse 2: Kevin Federline]
That's how I'ma ride, for my family I'd die
Bet you're all thinking I'm that guy
Don't care about you, bitch, 'cause I'm the truth
I ball like Kobe shooting hoops, up in the roof
Been the million dollar corporation, call me aloof
Like I said once before, bitch, I'm the truth
Hollywood can't catch me but they got you
Nothing fake round here, I'm the realest dude
Haters feel us too, I'm in and out the groove
Every word out my mouth make headline news
I'm the best, I rule, come test my tools
You dudes so square, get my slang out manuals, ha
[Chorus: Britney Spears]
[Bridge: Britney Spears]
And they say I'm a little crazy
But they don't even know you, baby
So they base all their the accusations
On what they really don't know
So tired of all the speculation
Fed up of negative fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy
[Verse 3: Kevin Federline]
Never been a surfer, but my chang hang loose
Got so much flavor like 2Pac juice
Got dudes wishing you're in my shoes
I'm a rock star, baby, I do what I wanna do
Tough pack, my crew will come and clobber you
Let the pope come out and watch it swallow you
Not a pretty boy, but I look like a model do
Not a gangster, but in my life, yeah, I've fought a few
Hit the hustle tight now, it look like I'm robbing you
All yours fly, watch how I swatted you
Better think twice how you come at me
I'm a godfather now, I'm about my family, yeah
[Chorus: Britney Spears]