DJ EFN - Crazy Dope lyrics

[Intro: excerpt from the radio show "Sway In The Morning"] "If you goin' to that, if you go down to Florida, you go to Miami Uhh, y-you know, y-you got Just like in New York, you got the mainstream and, you know And then you got that subculture, the underground And then you got some people who are able to kinda fuse the two together (Okay) That's who he is And I used to go party in Miami all the time This guy would fly me down and we would have the craziest parties And set off, Ocean Boulevard down in Miami It's such a blur, I call it the dark ages (hahahah) That's how hard we used to party (wow) Alright, we got the one and only, the magnificent DJ EFN is here (WOO-HOO~!)" [Milk Dee] Dope dope! D-Dope, dope, dope! Dope dope! D-Dope, dope, dope! (Yo! Yo!) [Chorus: Milk Dee] (Sean Price] EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good (What! P!) He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! (Yo!) [Verse One: Sean Price] Reppin' to the year til I'm grabbin' for the moment Slap you in the ear and given dap to my opponent Puffin the pa, puff piff pot in the car Put out the pot pop the car pop shots at your squad P! Showboatin' new ratchets I'm so dope it's blue magic P! Fly brotha very gold Suede front jacket with the tri color herringbone Gun in the gear, none in the ear Your man tough dandruff, one in his hair Uh! Change the gat so strange at night Thanks to rap still changed my life Degenerate general, criminal intent Predicate felon belittle ten percent Uh! EFN! Time to spin the tunes About to put the lighter to the spoon I'm so dope P! [Chorus: Milk Dee] (Murda Mook) EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good (Yep!) He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! (Uh!) [Verse Two: Murda Mook] Mook is chillin' (chillin') coupe no ceilin' (ceilin') Took blacks off for the love of drug dealin' (right) Money over b**hes is a song I sing (yeah) And for every stone I threw, I put it on my ring (woo!) True fact, it ain't worth me lettin' these tools clap If you reach, I'll give you the beats, boom bap (bap) Went from new smack (yup) to own a few sack (yup) Like the kid on X-Mas, runnin' through rap (woo!) Speakin' of X-Mas, she callin' me reckless And I'm eggin' her on by havin' orgies for breakfast (hah) Used to want a Lexus (yup) now I want a Lexus (yup) Next time I'm in your town, send me your direction (whattup fool?) Reppin' with EFN (yup) n***as ain't even f'in with us (nah) All I'm tryna do collect and sit up (yeah) Drink good, smoke good, keep the s**as from around me And take whatever the Lord allow me - easy! [Chorus: Milk Dee] EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! EFN'S mixin', Milk is rhymin' What more can I say? Top Billin' That's what we get, got it good He's reppin' +Crazy Hood+!!! [Outro: Milk Dee] Dope dope! D-Dope, dope, dope! Dope dope! D-Dope, dope, dope! (Yo! Yo!)