Текст песни Beatnuts f Cormega - U Crazy
Beatnuts f Cormega - U Crazy слова песни
*Man talking*"I can`t forget or reject the sights of the ghetto, the smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto, you know?"[Cormega]Yo....my nigga JuJu what`s up baby?(Psycho Les, Psycho Les)(JuJu, JuJu)[Cormega]Let`s get this money, let`s get hung ya na`mean? (big thugs, big thugs)niggas crazy man![Cormega]I`d rather die like a man and live a coward lifeAt a night moving the fangs the crooked up and powered whiteYou know me, I was OTGetting it lo` key, remembering what old timers told meThe first law you wanna hold heat burst yoursProps to seek have you sleeping in hurst doorsThe conversation indicated props are sharpHe said he never hold many cause it might be markedIt`s like this give me mine or I`m a take what`s yoursMake love war, spray up doors, say no moreInstead of picking weight up more, I`m picking mic`s upLounging on my mothers sofa, kicking my Nike`s upLike Koobi Agi who could stop meYour coke is doodle papiMy people said they need they cash back, cash that sonI caught a flash back the crimes and the whip times changeNiggas shine me, I sparkle like a diamond ring[Hook]YOU CRAZY, thinking you gonna stop the rule (Psycho Les, Psycho Les)TOO LATE, we get your heart rate out control (JuJu, JuJu)THINK BIG, now live bigger baby that`s the goaland maybe a little later, WE`LL BE HOT TO HOLDYOU CRAZY, thinking you gonna stop the ruleTOO LATE, we get your heart rate out controlHere`s my outlook, bitches put out with no outputcause see a little later, WE`LL BE HOT TO HOLD[Psycho Les]Let me get a EQ (inaudible) up, beats is clearYou say you flipping pies, you must work at a pizzeriaNo need to fear, The Nuts is hereAnd it`s about to be off the da hook this yearLet the buzz in your ear, like the fuzz in your rearEvery time you see me, I`m guzzling beerBlazing them trees, counting up gee`sOld school on the pro to bouncing a beatWhat`s my name? (He said) You know da game? (You fine)Every time I swing my fists I hit right (Right)The professional boxer, knock you out of ox-y-genNow you out the game, ob-so-leteHit you wit the shit you ain`t used TAAnd (inaudible) snakes all in my head like MedusaBut I won`t let them get the best of meYou can smell what I`m cooking but you can`t have the recipe[Hook][JuJu]Look homes, I`m trying uplift this shitMake history, something for the kids and shitPut my heart in my music for as long as I liveNigga the sound of the ghetto coming out of the cribHard-core to art form bigger than rapAll I know is that a lot of new niggas in crackSounding like dummies man niggas should actIt`s wrong and where I come from biting is wackMaybe that`s why niggas never walk through the hoodThey ask, there intentions never been any goodLittle bitch ass niggas if I catch them I wouldPut my foot up they ass man as far as I could*Man talking*"Can the small talk fat man and let`s get it on!Maestro if you will..."[Hook]