K-Rino - Crazy lyrics
[K-Rino - Crazy lyrics]
D-1: Man, I need to holla at you homie
(STU: What's going on?)
D-1: You remember the girl you
Hooked me up with, right?
(STU: The one with the big)
D-1: Yea, the one with a sister man
(Uhu) Why you didn't tell me
Your girl was crazy dog (STU: She crazy?)
D-1: Man, let me tell you something man
This is the second time this
Month she done put my tires on
Flash, busted out my car windows, call
My phone all crazy, showing up
In a nigga's and shit, man I don't
Appreciate that dog i'm feeling I'mma get
A restraining order on this, for real
Crazy women the kind who set
Your clothes on fire
The ones that bust your car windows
Out and slash your tires
When it's peaceful she be bored but
When it's drama she love it
The one who talk loud and cuss to
Make a scene out in public
No matter what you try to do for
It ain't no pleasing
First she cool then she pissed
Off for no damn reason
You in your car check your rear-view
She trailing behind you
She'll blow everybody phone up that you
Know till she find you
It be seeming like she drunk
Man but really she's sober
The kind that start cussing the laws
Out when y'all getting pulled over
Chill your girl but on the cool
You kinda scared on the low
Might see a chick that she don't even
Know and go "I hate that ho"
The kind who argue all night
And always think she right
The type to run up and swag on
A dude you wouldn't even fight
She got a case she on
Probation and still won't quit
The type to come up to your
Job tripping and starting some shit
And even if she in the wrong
She want you to side with her
And got three or four crazy home
Girls that arrive with her
Try and leave her
She'll sabotage your whole situation
Go online and dig up
All your personal information
Accusing you of things you didn't
Do to start drama
The kind of chick that bet not
Ever introduce to your mama
If you try to break up with
Her but you married with kids
She goin call your wife and tell
Her everything that y'all did
She'll infiltrate your stash and
Bleed your cash
And if you mess around and get her pregnant
Debts your ass
But, you keep on coming back to her
Through all of the plex
Cause everybody know that's crazy woman
Got the best sex yeah
Burning your clothes
Nigga you ain't have nothing
But some three dollar
T-shirts and some over the
Counter Air-Force Sevens
Not Air-Force Ones, Air-Force Sevens
And about the sex
You have to be talking about mine
Cause, I got a hundred ninety
Nine dollar dildo that will make
You go gay and while
You bumping your goin see your
Partners, tell 'em this
I took your head triple platinum
In a week's time booBoo KT, I holler
Crazy dude so in love he
Throwed off in the dome
Hiding in the bushes waiting on
Your ass to get home he handcuffing
Everything that you doing he wanna know
Going to jail is routine like a
Trip to the corner store
And even if the cops around you
You don't feel protected
If he don't threaten you at least
Once a day you feel neglected
The type of dude to fight your daddy
And ain't scared of the laws
That'll pop up at your front door
With a robe and some drawz
You see him walk the streets daily
But he gone in the mind
Kind you wake up and just
Find standing over you crying
The kind you couldn't run away from
If you move to Iraq
And that restraining order you filed
On him don't mean jack
Fatal attraction to the third power
You wish you could leave
He'll go agg and physically drag you
Out the club by your weave
All kinds of criminal history and
Dirt in his folder
The ones that threaten to kill they-self
When you tell him it's over
Told you he loved you the first
Day that y'all started talking
Always accusing you of looking at
Other dudes when y'all walking
Twenty-five eight he constantly
Around your ass
Changing number and move two times
Still found your ass
Writing crazy letters begging you
In every sentence
Left you twenty-five voicemails
In fifteen minutes he real jealous
Any trust he tried to show you is phony
And always thinking you sneaking around town
With one of his homies
He knows street fighting, Tae-bo
Kung-fu and karate
And if he catch you out of line
He goin kill everybody
But, you keep on coming back
Despite what momma said
Cause he be tearing your little ass up
When he gets you in bed
(STU: What's going on?)
D-1: You remember the girl you
Hooked me up with, right?
(STU: The one with the big)
D-1: Yea, the one with a sister man
(Uhu) Why you didn't tell me
Your girl was crazy dog (STU: She crazy?)
D-1: Man, let me tell you something man
This is the second time this
Month she done put my tires on
Flash, busted out my car windows, call
My phone all crazy, showing up
In a nigga's and shit, man I don't
Appreciate that dog i'm feeling I'mma get
A restraining order on this, for real
Crazy women the kind who set
Your clothes on fire
The ones that bust your car windows
Out and slash your tires
When it's peaceful she be bored but
When it's drama she love it
The one who talk loud and cuss to
Make a scene out in public
No matter what you try to do for
It ain't no pleasing
First she cool then she pissed
Off for no damn reason
You in your car check your rear-view
She trailing behind you
She'll blow everybody phone up that you
Know till she find you
It be seeming like she drunk
Man but really she's sober
The kind that start cussing the laws
Out when y'all getting pulled over
Chill your girl but on the cool
You kinda scared on the low
Might see a chick that she don't even
Know and go "I hate that ho"
The kind who argue all night
And always think she right
The type to run up and swag on
A dude you wouldn't even fight
She got a case she on
Probation and still won't quit
The type to come up to your
Job tripping and starting some shit
And even if she in the wrong
She want you to side with her
And got three or four crazy home
Girls that arrive with her
Try and leave her
She'll sabotage your whole situation
Go online and dig up
All your personal information
Accusing you of things you didn't
Do to start drama
The kind of chick that bet not
Ever introduce to your mama
If you try to break up with
Her but you married with kids
She goin call your wife and tell
Her everything that y'all did
She'll infiltrate your stash and
Bleed your cash
And if you mess around and get her pregnant
Debts your ass
But, you keep on coming back to her
Through all of the plex
Cause everybody know that's crazy woman
Got the best sex yeah
Burning your clothes
Nigga you ain't have nothing
But some three dollar
T-shirts and some over the
Counter Air-Force Sevens
Not Air-Force Ones, Air-Force Sevens
And about the sex
You have to be talking about mine
Cause, I got a hundred ninety
Nine dollar dildo that will make
You go gay and while
You bumping your goin see your
Partners, tell 'em this
I took your head triple platinum
In a week's time booBoo KT, I holler
Crazy dude so in love he
Throwed off in the dome
Hiding in the bushes waiting on
Your ass to get home he handcuffing
Everything that you doing he wanna know
Going to jail is routine like a
Trip to the corner store
And even if the cops around you
You don't feel protected
If he don't threaten you at least
Once a day you feel neglected
The type of dude to fight your daddy
And ain't scared of the laws
That'll pop up at your front door
With a robe and some drawz
You see him walk the streets daily
But he gone in the mind
Kind you wake up and just
Find standing over you crying
The kind you couldn't run away from
If you move to Iraq
And that restraining order you filed
On him don't mean jack
Fatal attraction to the third power
You wish you could leave
He'll go agg and physically drag you
Out the club by your weave
All kinds of criminal history and
Dirt in his folder
The ones that threaten to kill they-self
When you tell him it's over
Told you he loved you the first
Day that y'all started talking
Always accusing you of looking at
Other dudes when y'all walking
Twenty-five eight he constantly
Around your ass
Changing number and move two times
Still found your ass
Writing crazy letters begging you
In every sentence
Left you twenty-five voicemails
In fifteen minutes he real jealous
Any trust he tried to show you is phony
And always thinking you sneaking around town
With one of his homies
He knows street fighting, Tae-bo
Kung-fu and karate
And if he catch you out of line
He goin kill everybody
But, you keep on coming back
Despite what momma said
Cause he be tearing your little ass up
When he gets you in bed