Epmd - Lil Crazy lyrics

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Epmd - Lil Crazy lyrics

[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 a** like cupid E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of lingo Here to bust out the funky single Ahh sh**, 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 f**in chest From the a.k., somebody scream mayday Took the s**er 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 cla**, rough enough To run up and snatch the spine out a n***az a** Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real And don't give a motherf** how you feel Thinkin you're steppin to this, i kinda doubt it Ain't with the bullsh**, so you can write a f**in book about it The big n***a with the bud and i'm on that E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that Chorus [shadz of lingo - 2] Yo it's the lingo of the shadz Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious Melodious metaphorical music with mo' sh** That you used to, and stylin that you ain't What else i got to do but draw the pictures with paints? {*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic squeakin A soundman's body turnin up every weekend Some think i done the k**in, you know i can't remember I can't recall a full week since this past december And mics catchin fire 'fore i get the chance to touch em Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, i'ma bust em But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words To hit em on the red dot and knows i'm thinkin bout murder Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape} The hit {the hit's} 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, i'm straight {straight} Chill {chill}, yo i need auhhhh, air, wait {wait} Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a k**er {k**er} style and {style and} Where's the {where's the} soundman Tell me {tell me} was i whylin {whylin} Cause {cause} Chorus [erick sermon] Hey young world Check me out, check me, check me out Hey young world New york's in the house Def squad's in the motherf**in, house New york's in the motherf**in, house Rowdy records in the motherf**in, house Def squad's in the motherf**in, house E.d.'s in the motherf**in house (def jam boy) Shadz of lingo in the motherf**in house Peace.. and we out (russell simmons boy) Word