CRAZY TOWN - Think Fast lyrics

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You Know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't Crazy

You see the writing on my dick

You know that trick, Tracy

yeah, she's making me sick

living that life

we used to do the same shit

shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked

and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich

they'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch

you gotta change your tune or change your pitch

because life ain't easy man

life's a bitch

shit is harder than hard about as hard can get

keep on going were you're headed you's alive to regret it

yes it hurts

to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things ain't like they ought to be

you 've got to think fast

the aftermath

of your actions whiplash.

I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel

thinking they're going to peel

my niggas cap

roaming the streets with black hats

chrome straps

sipping on brew

ready to react

of any nigga they see that nigga could be my

capital I.C.E.

got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest

thinking they could test

a real riderfrom the west

I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos' been good to me

but you've got to take precautions

Brothers get got what they least

expect it or neglect it

You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection

Nowadays you got to pull shit

Haters on some bullshit

jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip

If your tool spits

Shake the spot or get your duck on

Cause if you press your luck on

Stupid is what you're stuck on.

That girl shelia got a daugter

She be clubbing every night

Shelia had her daughter young still that just ain't right

Plus she rides the white horse

She used to ride my pony If I hit it now, I'd break it

'Cause Sheila's just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions

I'm not lying I'm not sober

I'm still tryingh Hiding the truth

With substitutes a hundred proof

A fuck up. face it

One of L.A.'s wasted youth

Label me as an enemy of the lost star

My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused

See we be breaking the law

Somking on non-menthols thinking fast so I'm ready for any all out brawls

And ya. Brothers get your hustle on

Ballers and get your shit tight

House parties get shot up

And turned up before midnight

Drive-bys and fistfights

Zig zag and crack pipes

There's a fifty fifty chance

That tonight will be your last night.

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