Masta Ace Incorporated - Crazy Drunkin' Style Lyrics
[ Lord Digga ]Good good mornin, this is a warninYou slept on me last night, so stop the *****in yawninYou shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKEYou made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take placeI'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my NikesAnd I just might ***** your wife, cause I'm livin trifeI gives a ***** about a punk ***** rapperCause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day afterYou little punk bastards, the Digga's comin afterYa, strictly on a rub-out missionSay your prayers like a christianOr your punk ass will be missinLike Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopperComin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opraBut check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy LauperHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(I'm drunk, so what?)I got the crazy drunken styleHere comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)[ Masta Ace ]I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryerIt's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attireGoin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittinI'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittinI try to eat right, so don't even talk of swineGettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupineThe mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxinMaxin with action, shootin like PaxtonRing goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bellIt's the man with the clientele, here to rock you wellKnock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necksIt's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck'sDrink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drinkOf the lyr
