She Got Crazy Lyrics - Thug Stories - Bone Thugs N Harmony

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 

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(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... 

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(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?" 

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