Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - She Got Crazy lyrics

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[Hook: x2]

I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door

Because she got a little bit crazy

I don't want no deranged lady

That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.

[Wish Bone:]

I don't want another insane lover

Cuttin' on my rubber

Houndin' me just to tell her I love her

Gotta give it to them big butt girls

The ones that don't give a fuck

"Just-wanna-bust-nut" girls

When them feelings involved

Now you playin' with fire

Gotta let 'em know from the gate

Man, you ain't tellin' no lies

I just wanna (touch that)

I just wanna (couple times)

I just wanna (no ties)

Can a thugsta hit that there?

No need to blow me up one day, we right back here

Doin' what we do, I see you like that there

Baby girl, let me just keep this fair

You do you and I'll do me

Can we do it, do it like that?

Keep it creepin', creepin'

Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'

But when it's all over, it's just over

No knives or policemen

[Hook]

[Krayzie Bone:]

Now me and her been rollin' together

Now for quite some time

And she been naggin' a nigga

The whole damn ride

When I first met the girl

Everything was all good

She grew up around my way

So hey, the love was all hood

So I figured it was cool

And we could do this

And, plus she had a booty

that was sicker than lupus

I had to scoop it

Anyway, we started hangin' out

And talkin' on the phone mo'

And before you know

we on her floor doin' the Grown Folk

Everything was cool, y'all

We had it plain and simple

She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man

More like "homie-lover-friends"

She said she understand

But I can't tell she comprehend

'Cause she keyin' on my Benz

While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me

sneakin' in my pockets

Lookin' for numbers in my phone

And condoms in my wallet

Then she overdid it

This bitch pointed a pistol at me

Talkin' about "We need to talk"

'Cause she ain't happy

So shit...

[Hook]

[Layzie Bone:]

Little sweet thang

she love to floss

Clothes to her lip gloss

Makin' hard thugs turn soft

Lookin' like Diana Ross

Slim, sweet and sexy

Something like a little sister

'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)

To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass

I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class

Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee

But I was young, so I let her get close to me

And I was kinda in love

Everyday a nigga wit' her

After school a nigga wit' her

At the mall takin' pictures

All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group

I'm out here missin' my rehearsals

'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots

She ain't even let me hit it

Got me talkin' about commitment

Got me climbin' through the window

Won't even let me get it

Last thing that she said

Snapped me back to reality

We in the 12th grade

Talkin' about "you wanna marry me?"

[Hook]