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Erick Sermon - Lil Crazy lyrics
featuring Shadz of Lingo [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 ass 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 fuckin 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 motherfuck how you feel Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin 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 motherfuckin, house New York's in the motherfuckin, house Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy) Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house Peace.. and we out (Russell Simmons boy) Word |
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