D-1 - Crazy lyrics

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D-1 - Crazy lyrics

[Intro: D-1 & STU] D-1: Man, I need to holla at you homie (STU: What's going on?) D-1: You remember the girl you hooked me up with, right? (STU: The one with the big-) D-1: Yea, the one with a sister man (Uhu) Why you didn't tell me your girl was crazy dog (STU: She crazy?) D-1: Man, let me tell you something man, this is the second time this month she done put my tires on flash, busted out my car windows, call my phone all crazy, showing up in a n***a's (?) and sh**, man I don't appreciate that dog. I'm feeling I'mma get a restraining order on this, for real [Verse 1: K-Rino] Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires When it's peaceful she be bored but when it's drama she love it The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public No matter what you try to do for, it ain't no pleasing First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason You in your car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you She'll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you It be seeming like she drunk man but really she's sober The kind that start cussing the laws out when y'all getting pulled over Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low Might see a chick that she don't even know and go "I hate that ho" The kind who argue all night and always think she right The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn't even fight She got a case she on probation and still won't quit The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some sh** And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her And got three or four crazy home girls that arrive with her Try and leave her, she'll sabotage your whole situation Go online and dig up all your personal information Accusing you of things you didn't do to start drama The kind of chick that bet. not ever introduce to your mama If you try to break up with her but you married with kids She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y'all did She'll infiltrate your stash and bleed your cash And if you mess around and get her pregnant, debts your a** But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex Cause everybody know that's crazy woman got the best s** Yeah [Break: Female] Burning your clothes, n***a you ain't have nothing but some three dollar t-shirts and some over the counter Air-Force Sevens Not Air-Force Ones, Air-Force Sevens. And about the s**, you have to be talking about mine, cause I got a hundred ninety nine dollar dil*o that will make you go gay. And while you bumping your goin see your partners, tell 'em this, I took your head triple platinum in a week's time b**boo K.T., I holler [Verse 2: K-Rino] Crazy dude so in love he throwed off in the dome Hiding in the bushes waiting on your a** to get home He handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know Going to jail is routine like a trip to the corner store And even if the cops around you, you don't feel protected If he don't threaten you at least once a day you feel neglected The type of dude to fight your daddy and ain't scared of the laws That'll pop up at your front door with a robe and some drawz You see him walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying The kind you couldn't run away from if you move to Iraq And that restraining order you filed on him don't mean jack Fatal attraction to the third power you wish you could leave He'll go agg. and physically drag you out the club by your weave All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder The ones that threaten to k** they-self, when you tell him it's over Told you he loved you the first day that y'all started talking Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y'all walking Twenty-five eight he constantly around your a** Changing number and move two times still found your a** Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes He real jealous, any trust he tried to show you is phony And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies He knows street fighting, Tae-bo, kung-fu and karate And if he catch you out of line, he goin k** everybody But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said Cause he be tearing your little a** up when he gets you in bed