Three - Crazy/Cool lyrics

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Three - Crazy/Cool lyrics

[Intro] And when I see something that I like I gotta, I love it I mean, I go crazy for it What are you talking about [Verse 1: Razor Cutz] Diamond in the ruff, 'nuff said I can bust it out, like a tough rough neck Fresh out the jail cell having rough s** With a blond bombshell with the bombest breast Leave 'em breathless I can take they life And with the d**h-kiss I can break the mic Better close up shop cause I'm buying up the whole Block with a guap, The flow don't stop I don't blow my shot, I just blow up the spot When I rock the box for the apocalypse Don't knock on Chris, you can't resist Any kind of concoction I cough up and spit I attract more fans, than opposites can So I'm back in the lab with a packet of raps A sandwich and man, it tastes so good To be back on the slap, hand full of raps [Pre-Hook: Sir Real] I'm light on my feet I can be whatever you want me to, so please Let the people know The thoughts that your thinking for me From you, I'm who I'm light on my feet I can be whatever you want me to, so please Let the people know The thoughts that your thinking for me From you, I'm who [Hook: Sir Real] I'm cool I'm crazy cool I'm crazy cool I'm crazy cool Maybe I'm a little crazy baby but I'm cool [Verse 2: Sir Real] I live my life the way you hit your wife, Hard That's what I'm talking about, now Tell me what I look like when I'm not around And your talking down, foul That's so uncalled for But your still allowed, and that's so awful Golly I can't even punch you But I will soon better learn how to duck fool And stick and move, better then I do I have the title and for my rivals I have my rifle and I'm liable To shoot you right in between the eyeballs Bye y'all, die hard time for night fall So crawl in your balls, or call your mom's Cause I'm a bully whose never ever gonna leave you alone [Hook] [Verse 3: Razor Cutz] When it comes to verses, I'm a sick fiend Spit jail-bait bars, hot sixteens I f** Hip Hop on a daily basis We go way back, like back to basics Turning her out, and she knows this sh** So when I leave her alone, I feel her feenin for the rip When the timing is right, you can hear us cutting hits Like this like that Watch me pin her down, now I got her on her back It's a rap jack, I make phat tracks I'm up all against the wall avoiding back stabs The last to collapse, the first to bust Spitting on wax, till your immersed in us Slapping you around like you need to learn this stuff Cause you do, so who I'm I'm a true blue knight here to slice up the mic right [Pre-Hook + Hook]