Armani Of York - Crazy, Baby lyrics
rate meIntro: I'm a crazy mothafucka man ... Verse One:Ride through the nightToo many victims in sightSlidin' round with a piece, on a bikeAin't no hidin' now, hit the groundHear the sound from the pound "tick-a-pow"You fall down, sicker soundsCome up out from my mouthKick it for the South But the North is my houseUsed to sleep up on a couchSmokin' all day, I'd find the weed in a droughtFuck a bitch at a party, then bounceDrinkin' mad liquor, but I'd rather smoke an ounceFeelin' all twisted like a fuckin' tongue in my mouthBut I gotta go girl cuz I'm fuckin' burnin' outAnd I don't need a bitch, know what I'm talking 'boutChorus:I'm crazy, babyI'm runnin' wild and you can't save meI'm crazy, babyWe gettin' cash boy, don't be lazyVerse Two: I'm lifted, get twistedI'm runnin' round and I'm tryin' to find a biscuitMurder, you can't earn theCash that we do dawg it don't concern yaAs a child, I never wore diapersFeelin' comfortable, spittin' naked on a cypherChill with apparitions, I'm the best ghost writerHauntin' motherfuckers, can't see me in the night cuzI'm probably suckin' blood, sleepin' with the vipersAnd if there's snakes on a plane I'll get sent to rikersCuz I hate snitches and I hate fake catsAnd I'm tryin to stay calm so I blaze thatPurple up in that cut, and I lay backWith a new bitch, dawg, tell her fuckin' play thatNew Armani shit this the bounce in a jays hatJ's on my feet but I don't need to say that Verse Three:I'll burn you cats, then I'll furnish thatNew couch of mine with ya skin so don't turn backYour raps is wack, I keep the cash in stacksKeep a burner on my hip, my dawg, imagine thatPour gasoline on your bitch, fuck her strike a matchAnd watch your whole meaningless world, turn to blackCrazy young man puffin' big smoke stacksRaised in pollution, and I wound up shootin'Electrical volts through my veins, now I'm stupidTryin' to find a girl, but I think I murdered cupidBullets through the chest arrows never flew bitchThis ain't the new sound, this the new itchCrack cocaine to your veins this the new blueprintMurder on the block, 1-8-7 MusicThe cops will never come, though I know it sounds stupidThey never served or protected, they always abused it
