Lil Crazy Lyrics

Lil Crazy lyrics

[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out y`all
Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house
E Double`s in the house with Def Squad
on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
and _Humpin` Around_ like Bobby Brown across town
I ain`t with that, so don`t cramp my style
Step off me, I`m hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I`m doin
when I`m pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I`m doin it, freakin more fame
than Batman played by Michael Keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that`s black
with fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he`s one
Packs a gun, that`s bigger than Malcolm`s
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
so I can shoot his as* like Cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
I`ll see you later, because yo

Chorus: Erick Sermon

Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)

[Shadz of Lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it?  I guess I`ll spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the f**kin chest
from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
and don`t give a motherf**k how you feel
Thinkin you`re steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain`t with the bullshit, so you can write a f**kin book about it
The big nigga with the bud and I`m on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that

Chorus

[Shadz of Lingo - 2]
Yo it`s the Lingo of the Shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
melodious metaphorical music with mo` shit
that you used to, and stylin that you ain`t
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*}  Oh no, there`s my mic squeakin
A soundman`s body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I can`t remember
I can`t recall a full week since this past December
And mics catchin fire `fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I`ma bust em
But don`t rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
to hit em on the red dot and knows I`m thinkin bout MURDER
Run {run} hide {hide} you can`t {can`t} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit`s} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I`m straight {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade`s} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
where`s the {where`s the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
cause {cause}

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New York`s in the house
Def Squad`s in the motherf**kin, house
New York`s in the motherf**kin, house
Rowdy Records in the motherf**kin, house
Def Squad`s in the motherf**kin, house
E.D.`s in the motherf**kin house (Def Jam boy)
Shadz of Lingo in the motherf**kin house
Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)
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