Crazy Town - Think Fast Lyrics
(seth binzer, bret mazur, doug miller, rust epique, percy washington, torshawn roland)You know that ***** baby hes talking shit about our clique but he dont crazyYou see the writing on my dickYou know that trick,tracyYeah, shes making me sick living that lifeWe used to do the same shit, shit gets drasticSome kids need help some need there ass kickedAnd some would never learn to earn their own way living of their daddy had he not been richTheyd be broker than a joke and forced to switchYou gotta change your tune or change your pitchBecause life aint easy manLifes a *****, shit is harder than hard about as hard can getKeep on going where youre headed yous alive to regret itYes it hurts to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things aint like they ought to beYouve got to think fast the aftermath of your actions whiplash.I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steelThinking theyre going to peelMy niggas cap roaming the streets with black hatsChrome straps sipping on brewReady to react of any nigga they see that nigga could be meCapital i.c.e. got a muther *****ing .357 to put eleven holes in their chestThinking they could test a real riderfrom the westI roll flossin me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos been good to meBut youve got to take precautionsBrothers get what they least expect it or neglect itYoull never catch the dirty in the streets without protectionNowadays you got to pull shitHaters on some bullshit jumpin out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clipIf your tool spitsShake the spot or get your duck onCause if you press your luck onStupid is what youre stuck on.That girl shelia got a daugterShe be clubbing every nightSheila had her daughter young still that just aint rightPlus she rides the white horseShe used to ride my ponyIf I hit it now, Id break itcause sheilas just too bony.Smoking speed released the lionsIm not lying Im not soberIm still tryingHiding the truthWith substitutes a hundred proofA ***** up, face itOne of l.a.s wasted youthLabel me as an enemy of the lost starMy familys not too happy with the trouble that Ive causedSee we be breaking the lawSmoking on non-menthols thinking fast so Im ready for any all out brawlsAnd ya.Brothers get your hustle onBallers and get your shit tightHouse parties get shot upAnd turned up before midnightDrive-bys and fistfightsZig zag and crack pipesTheres a fifty fifty chanceThat tonight will be your last night.
