Crazy World lyrics

Artist  : Dres 
Song : Crazy World



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bad bitches countin doe baggin rocks
crazy
vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams
committed we was poor as
kids..... but now it
seems we've done did it and blew other
niggas
find the style hard to chew talkin bout we too
wild and
that's
emphatically true so don't
cross us....or you'll be on the
ground countin
losses for rea; every nigga I know will peel
a
motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the
owner of the style
many niggas be jockin -
blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot
and,
damn,
there ain't no stoppin me or my
mans. We like whatever.
Pop told me that this
money's not forever so I look for
investments
for
my crew to bury treasure.
That be it, say when ya makin
money , paw, ya
see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya
can't
be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get
up your dick-beaters
- or heaters - and share
the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us
-
and
lyrically them niggas can't see this
as it go's - we turn kilo's
into litres.
Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and
blood
will
often turn the dirt into mud.
Bulletts become shells -
names become bells,
and if you blow street trial, nigga your
cell
becomes hell - said even time don't tell,
at least that's how it used
to be, but it's a
different day and time and strong eyes don't
see
down
the wire - ready to blow the
empire like a friar, smoking
blunts strong as
desire - a messiah - raised amongst men
that
conspire
to retire but often end up
the town crier - In the fire of a
cold world
yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the
one - Titus
& Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole
teams known to rock
steady - No Getty - I gots
more sauce than spaghetti - a machete
-
I'll
turn your whole frame to confetti -
to the nitty-gritty, we
bout to flip the pity
petty - when braves become slaves and
plots
become
graves - and strays fly in the
air like they was
Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops
- while thuggs police blocks - I sit
beside my
window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the
church
got locks - no goodness in gracious -
Loungin with robber barrons
in
rooms thats
palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need
to
lay down - no more misunderstanding -
coming at you , aye-now,
who be
talking -
better than that yo, who be hawkin - I
suggest
you turn around and just start
walking, or I'm a catch you
coolin
talkin
what a fly life and keep it
real and cut your throat with a
butter-fly
knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP
THE
SCRIPT AND GET
CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH
BIDS
BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN
GRAVY
- ON THE DAILY