Letras:
The Rolling Stones Crazy Mama

: Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal

it God, just wait for the thud of the bullet You're crazy Mama, yeah You're crazy Mama, yeah You're crazy Mama, yeah I'm crazy Mama, yeah

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal

Well you're crazy Mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shotgun Blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal my

Where my dogs at, tellem I crazier then DMX Lazier then chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that Blueberry, I aint talking with a muffun sack Roll up the sauer

I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers. Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy. Pop was a Rolling Stone so that makes

, bitch [Chorus] [50 Cent] And all the bitches say My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones

my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping genes from him, the way he left my mama I'm a rolling stone just