Lil Crazy
[erick sermon]
Hey young worldone twoone two
Check it out y’all
Uhhshadz 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 twoyo you got my nerves jumpin around
And _humpin’ around_ like bobby brown across town
I ain’t with thatso don’t cramp my style
Step off meI’m hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I’m doin
When I’m pursuingettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like e.t.
Makes me phone home to my family
Clinghello momI’m doin itfreakin more fame
Than batman played by michael keaton
I crossed overlet me name someone that’s black
With fameand pockets that are fat
Heyyyerick sermonhe’s one
Packs a gunthat’s bigger than malcolm’s
Out the windowI look for a punk to get stupid
So I can shoot his ass like cupid
E 2 bingosdown with the shadz of lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shitthere goes my pager
I’ll see you laterbecause yo
Chorus: erick sermon
Every now and thenI 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 dickwith the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yesnever fessed or settled for less
One clown steppedand got a hole in the fuckin chest
From the a.k.somebody scream mayday
Took the sucker outcause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
From the e doublewhile I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with classrough enough
To run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeledhere to chill on the real
And don’t give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you’re steppin to thisI kinda doubt it
Ain’t with the bullshitso you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga 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’ shit
That you used toand stylin that you ain’t
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh nothere’s my mic squeakin
A soundman’s body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killinyou 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 torchesi’ma bust em
But don’t rush emleave 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} onI 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 .. yoI’m straight {straight}
Chill {chill}yo I need auhhhhairwait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade’s} a killer {killer} 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 outcheck mecheck me out
Hey young world
New york’s in the house
Def squad’s in the motherfuckinhouse
New york’s in the motherfuckinhouse
Rowdy records in the motherfuckinhouse
Def squad’s in the motherfuckinhouse
E.d.’s in the motherfuckin house (def jam boy)
Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (russell simmons boy)
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