Lil Crazy by Epmd
[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
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