Run D.M.C. - Papa Crazy lyrics

[run] Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "thank you, ma'am" Eatin filet mignon, lobster tails and crab He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude And then to put it to you straight he's crazy lazy and rude His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not Not to mention bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht He never gave me a dime or even spent, some time And that's why i had to cold write this rhyme about.. Chorus: jam master scratch "papa was", run-d.m.c. "papa crazy", "crazy" (2x) [run] Now papa livin like a rich man, up on the hill Yeah my daddy got a caddy funky fresh seville He got diamonds and furs, for his and hers And a cat, in the hat that just, chills and purrs Now he eats and grubs, and rocks beats at clubs While mama makin nothin while she sweeps, and rubs You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid Well the last, that asked, got sprayed, and laid, because.. Chorus {interlude} [run] Papa hang with crazy people crazy times of the night Runnin round with crazy women but but that's alright, because.. Chorus [d.m.c.] Yo run my papa was crazy, crazy as can be And my mama said that he left me when i was three But my mama never told me he was out of his mind Drinkin wine, all the time, never earnin a dime He didn't care where he slept, or where his clothes were kept He was so in debt somebody broke his neck And on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave That "papa died a bum, but he died brave," because.. Chorus {ad libs to last 25 seconds, music eventually ends}