Текст песни Epmd - Lil Crazy, слова песни Epmd

Текст песни Epmd - Lil Crazy

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[erick sermon]Hey young world, one two, one twoCheck it out yallUhh, shadz of lingo in the houseE doubles in the house with def squadOn the funky fresh track with shadz of lingoMic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin aroundAnd _humpin around_ like bobby brown across townI aint with that, so dont cramp my styleStep off me, Im hyped like I had a pound of coffeeYo how could you ask what Im doinWhen Im pursuin, gettin funky with my crew andMy input brings vibes unknown like e.t.Makes me phone home to my familyCling, hello mom, Im doin it, freakin more fameThan batman played by michael keatonI crossed over, let me name someone thats blackWith fame, and pockets that are fatHeyyy, erick sermon, hes onePacks a gun, thats bigger than malcolmsOut the window, I look for a punk to get stupidSo I can shoot his ass like cupidE 2 bingos, down with the shadz of lingoHere to bust out the funky singleAhh shit, there goes my pagerIll see you later, because yoChorus: erick sermonEvery now and then, I get a little crazy (4x)[shadz of lingo - 1]One two how can I do it? I guess Ill spit the realYo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoeYes yes, never fessed or settled for lessOne clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chestFrom the a.k., somebody scream maydayTook the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a paydayThe funk is flowin to the maximumFrom the e double, while I kick the facts to themCheck a chill brother with class, rough enoughTo run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz assGrip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the realAnd dont give a motherfuck how you feelThinkin youre steppin to this, I kinda doubt itAint with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about itThe big nigga with the bud and Im on thatE kick the beat and yo you shoulda known thatChorus[shadz of lingo - 2]Yo its the lingo of the shadzDroppin that mellow but mad mackadociousMelodious metaphorical music with mo shitThat you used to, and stylin that you aintWhat else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints? {*feedback*} oh no, theres my mic squeakinA soundmans body turnin up every weekendSome think I done the killin, you know I cant rememberI cant recall a full week since this past decemberAnd mics catchin fire fore I get the chance to touch emYo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, ima bust emBut dont rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the wordsTo hit em on the red dot and knows Im thinkin bout murderRun {run} hide {hide} you cant {cant} escape {scape}The hit {the hits} 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, Im straight {straight}Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait {wait}Cross {cross} fade {fades} a killer {killer} style and {style and}Wheres the {wheres the} soundmanTell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}Cause {cause}Chorus[erick sermon]Hey young worldCheck me out, check me, check me outHey young worldNew yorks in the houseDef squads in the motherfuckin, houseNew yorks in the motherfuckin, houseRowdy records in the motherfuckin, houseDef squads in the motherfuckin, houseE.d.s in the motherfuckin house (def jam boy)Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin housePeace.. and we out (russell simmons boy)Word

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