Lil Crazy Lyrics - Epmd

[erick sermon] 

Hey young world, one two, one two 

Check it out y'all 

Uhh, shadz of lingo in the house 

E double's in the house with def squad 

On the funky fresh track with shadz of lingo 

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around 

And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown across town 

I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style 

Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee 

Yo how could you ask what I'm doin 

When I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and 

My input brings vibes unknown like e.t. 

Makes me phone home to my family 

Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame 

Than batman played by michael keaton 

I crossed over, let me name someone that's black 

With fame, and pockets that are fat 

Heyyy, erick sermon, he's one 

Packs a gun, that's bigger than malcolm's 

Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid 

So I can shoot his ass like cupid 

E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of lingo 

Here to bust out the funky single 

Ahh shit, there goes my pager 

I'll see you later, because yo 

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Chorus: erick sermon 

Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4x) 

[shadz of lingo - 1] 

One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real 

Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe 

Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less 

One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest 

From the a.k., somebody scream mayday 

Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday 

The funk is flowin to the maximum 

From the e double, while I kick the facts to them 

Check a chill brother with class, rough enough 

To run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass 

Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real 

And don't give a motherfuck how you feel 

Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it 

Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it 

The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that 

E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that 

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Chorus 

[shadz of lingo - 2] 

Yo it's the lingo of the shadz 

Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious 

Melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit 

That you used to, and stylin that you ain't 

What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints? 

{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic squeakin 

A soundman's body turnin up every weekend 

Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember 

I can't recall a full week since this past december 

And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em 

Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, i'ma bust em 

But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words 

To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout murder 

Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape} 

The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes} 

Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin} 

Brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin} 

Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight {straight} 

Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait {wait} 

Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and} 

Where's the {where's the} soundman 

Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin} 

Cause {cause} 

Chorus 

[erick sermon] 

Hey young world 

Check me out, check me, check me out 

Hey young world 

New york's in the house 

Def squad's in the motherfuckin, house 

New york's in the motherfuckin, house 

Rowdy records in the motherfuckin, house 

Def squad's in the motherfuckin, house 

E.d.'s in the motherfuckin house (def jam boy) 

Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin house 

Peace.. and we out (russell simmons boy) 

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