Sheek Louch - Crazzy Lyrics
Lyrics:[intro (talking)]imma make the hitsyall book the shows[Hook]AiyyoBling bling, whats that? Sheek Louch is backRide ride, you got my back? where the heaters at?12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at?D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy[Verse One]Aiyyo, whos that looking through my windowBlaaaow, y'all muh'*****as know my styleAny nigga looking and I'm daffy ducking his assBeat upside down, straight bucking his assLouie bat to his head, roll a truck in his assOld man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glassYeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mcSpit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mcI eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paperThats why my vocabulary sickUse big words like, suck-my-dickYou dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheatsI'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart BeatsCoke thicker than ya muh'*****ing cream of wheatsPaper too small nowadays, I write on sheetsAnd I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats[Hook][Verse Two]Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammerD block flag waving on the rangest tannerIn our jungle, all gorillas keep a bananaSpraying dumb, yo heat is old as nanaListen, if you wit us no time for bailingSheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalenNo bull, nickle plate catch me pailingScoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailingYeah! I dont care if I sell or notThe boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove***** mainstream, keep me wit gangstah loveStreet shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tugHa ha, I'm like new, but I been here thoJust low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a showBook it, let the hood in and let me rockBring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up![Hook][Verse Three]I got big signs, ***** dog, beware the ownerStep out, shopping boxes, Lemon CoronnaScratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspassOne of 'em vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggersI'm hot like, bout to start breaking you upI feel the earths a little baller niggaz shaking me upI'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me upI get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cupAnd yo what, thats right, the god sick wit itMay be before, but right now the kid Louch forget itI'm the best out right now, spread the newsI could write a book, Louch the new Langston HughesYellow Play Boy nigga, stin Pepe LepuesI dont just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go offEspionage and all that, like gombachevHit the block and make the o's go off, oow!
