Crazy Town - Think Fast lyrics

You know that bitch baby
(He's talking shit about our clique)
But he don't know crazy
(you see the writing on my dick)
You know that trick, Tracey
(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 their ass kicked
And some will never learn to
Earn their own way
Living off their daddy had he not been rich
They'd be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
You've got to 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 where you're headed
You's alive to regret it
Yes, it hurts to face the truth
And realize that the world's 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

Think fast!

I know you all tired of these
Wannabe thugs claiming they real
Be running, grabbing their steel
Thinking they're going to peel
Somebody's caps
Roaming the streets with black hats
Chrome straps, sipping on brew
Ready to react off any nigga they see
That nigga could be me
Capital IC-E, got a motherfuckin' 3-
57 to put eleven holes in their chest
Thinking they could test a real
Rider from the west i roll flossin'
Me and my girlfriend Nina Ross and
The ghetto's been good to me but
You've got to take precautions
Brothers get when 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 spit's
Shake the spot or get your duck on
'Cause if you press your luck on
Stupid is what you're stuck on

Think fast!

That girl Sheila got a daughter
She be clubbing every night
Sheila 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 trying, hiding the
Truth, with substitutes, a hundred proof
A fuck-up, face it, one of LA's wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the law
The lost star

My family's not too happy with
The trouble that I've caused
See, we be breaking the law
Smoking on non-menthols thinking fast
So I'm ready for any all-out brawls
And yo, brothers get your hustle on
Ballers get your shit tight
House parties get shot up and
Turned up before midnight
Drive-bys and fistfights
Zig-zags and crack pipes there's a 50
50 chance that tonight will
Be your last night

Think fast!