D12 - Fame (Going Crazy) lyrics
[D12 - Fame Going Crazy lyrics]
Ayo, I know it’s been a minute
But we're back
It’s the return of the Dozen motherfuckers
Let's go!
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
This the life of a rocker
Jägermeister and vodka
Hopping off of the club's
Balcony into the crowd, surfing
And when they drop me
I’m randomly socking fans
Doin' my interviews in hockey masks
Slapped a journalist on her ass
I’m high off speed
Driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
I'm in the studio ign'ant
My engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board
Ain't did a song for weeks (What?)
LSD be all up in my head
Giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air with 30
Bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ 'em out naked and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it
I can’t remember
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
Them boys are wylin’, drinkin’
Cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days
Tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels
Spray paintin' a die hard fan
Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta
The damn zoo
Man, you better be cautious, I’m backstage
Livin' it up with a couple
Of sluts feeling nauseous from drinkin'
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from fuckin', when
I bust there’s nothing left, just dust
Back on the stage, gimme my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while
We perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage and bash it
To pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches
Down for the cause?
Yeah, I said my dick is sore
But I ain't say shit about my balls
(Last call) Then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider
Bag it up and take the rest with me
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new?
What kind of fuckin' glue you think
I’d be if I was glue? We lost Proof
He was our group's glue but where was you
When we were falling apart? You
Were shittin' on us too
But no one but us knew we
Were beefing 'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew
It stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah
We took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for
Now is to rush you
And we're back to say shit you don't
Got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves
Off your cunt tree, fuck you
Achoo, bless you, I’m allergic to pussy
Sluts too, yeah
You think you’re the shit 'til we flush you
Had some bullshit to readjust to
Now there's just a few of us left
But it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and
Proof, this one's for you homies
We love you but we can’t stop now
We done had too much of
Our blood drew from this
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
It's the Return of the
Dozen Volume Number Two
I go by the name of DJ Young
Mase welcome back swifty McVay
Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre
Marshall Mathers, Big Proof
The mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota let's go!
"You little scumbag! I got your name! I
Got your ass! You will not
Laugh! You will not cry! Now get
Up! Get on your feet!"
But we're back
It’s the return of the Dozen motherfuckers
Let's go!
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
This the life of a rocker
Jägermeister and vodka
Hopping off of the club's
Balcony into the crowd, surfing
And when they drop me
I’m randomly socking fans
Doin' my interviews in hockey masks
Slapped a journalist on her ass
I’m high off speed
Driving my car at high speed
Pocket full of weed while lesbians swallow E
I'm in the studio ign'ant
My engineer gon’ call police
I feel asleep on the sound board
Ain't did a song for weeks (What?)
LSD be all up in my head
Giving thanks for Grateful Dead
Bussing in the air with 30
Bitches up in my bed
I’m kickin’ 'em out naked and it's December
Niggas ask me why I did it, but fuck it
I can’t remember
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
Them boys are wylin’, drinkin’
Cussin’ and hyper smilin’
Been ridin’ for days
Tour bus look like Rikers Island
Henny, Jack Daniels
Spray paintin' a die hard fan
Little Cocker Spaniel fresh outta
The damn zoo
Man, you better be cautious, I’m backstage
Livin' it up with a couple
Of sluts feeling nauseous from drinkin'
It’s been a couple of days since I’ve slept
My dick is sore from fuckin', when
I bust there’s nothing left, just dust
Back on the stage, gimme my microphone
Scrapping with the audience while
We perform hyper songs
Our label presented us with a plaque
Brought it on stage and bash it
To pieces with aluminium bats, thanks!
Now which one of you bitches
Down for the cause?
Yeah, I said my dick is sore
But I ain't say shit about my balls
(Last call) Then we off to the next city
Whatever I didn’t drink on my rider
Bag it up and take the rest with me
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
Yeah, this game has got me goin' crazy
Fuck it, I am crazy, what's new?
What kind of fuckin' glue you think
I’d be if I was glue? We lost Proof
He was our group's glue but where was you
When we were falling apart? You
Were shittin' on us too
But no one but us knew we
Were beefing 'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew
It stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah
We took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for
Now is to rush you
And we're back to say shit you don't
Got the guts or the nuts to
Pussy, go pick your pussy leaves
Off your cunt tree, fuck you
Achoo, bless you, I’m allergic to pussy
Sluts too, yeah
You think you’re the shit 'til we flush you
Had some bullshit to readjust to
Now there's just a few of us left
But it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and
Proof, this one's for you homies
We love you but we can’t stop now
We done had too much of
Our blood drew from this
Fame
I think it’s got me goin' crazy, oh oh oh
I'm gettin' lost in this game
I'm gettin' tired of all you naysayers
Whoa oh oh keep speakin' my name
And then we'll have reason to hate me
Ye eh eah it's like you don't want me to win
So this time I’m goin' in
It's the Return of the
Dozen Volume Number Two
I go by the name of DJ Young
Mase welcome back swifty McVay
Kon Artis, Kuniva, Bizarre
Marshall Mathers, Big Proof
The mayor forever, and Fuzz Scoota let's go!
"You little scumbag! I got your name! I
Got your ass! You will not
Laugh! You will not cry! Now get
Up! Get on your feet!"