, "Hey, hey", but don't that pen look lovely You must not know who y'all n****z is f***ing with I can take life n** just for the f*** of it Crack's crazy
fuck him he whack Should wear a condom in the booth because I be fuckin' the track Not be in the hood a lot so I be ducking the rats The white tee is
clutch C'mon nigga is you trickin or what Flow tighter than a dick in the butt Jus hopped off the plane came back from vancouv' Little white tee
n-n-n-night, And I just wanna play my whole li-li-life, I Party, I-I-I-I-I Party, I-I-I-I-I Party Verse 1: KEV NISH Lets party baby, tell the dj get the party crazy
I call out a lot I got like platinum and white gold, traditional gold I'm changin' grillz everyday, like Jay change clothes I might be grilled out nicely in my white tee
how a man can change So quickly from a cold blooded person Thinkin' he's God gift to women Remember how I use to do that I must have been crazy then
nigga i do this everyday you seen first 48 ? pussy nigga had a choppa got killed with a 38 everyday every hood in my city throwing signs these young niggas crazy
, I'm cool We be the chocolates taps on my raps She innovates at the sweeta cat naps He at the funk club with the vibrate Them they be crazy down with
And you the pudding My cousin Eye is crazy All I gotta do is wave and yeah, it's bye bye baby I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy I shoot a
Yo, My morning showers like a rebirth; reflections of the womb Crazy sentimental floatin' in lukewarm placental Now I chop a burden on the sink trying
QB ya shit shit is crazy yo, can't fuck wit' you fo' real They can't fuck wit' you, they can't fuck wit' you What's wrong wit' ya'll niggas man? The fuck
switchin up T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we lounge around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
don't floss it (Wow) Proceed with caution, slow your role But I can't see that option, it's all I know Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm crazy for the chicken
) Like this, do it like this, y'all Roll up in the club and I'm lookin' kinda icy Red monkey jeans with a fitted and a white tee, yeah Yeah, I know,
that's hard to believe when kids going crazy A ghetto in the sky I think why to belive it What about Santa what about Jesus That's how I felt when I lost little Fred Crazy
's nowhere to hide Verse three: fruitkwan/gatekeeper Yo As a child, a bad seed, was on the prowl Runnin mad wild, cause death was my style The crazy
rented rims I change on the weekend, and floss in his mama's Benz See when I hit the scene, I be so fresh, so clean White fitted, white tee, ain't 'Nann
all crazy And things just wasn't the same So I ran up on him then pulled my *** out And I blew out his brains He tried to play me, **** got all crazy