Smokin...

Hey!



[J-Ro]

I'm a lik, your a lik

Everybody on that shit

Everybody wanna get

All fucked up

I'm a lik, your a lik

Everybody on that shit

Everybody wanna get

All fucked up



[J-Ro]

Ladies shake it up

Mackin'-Ro shakedown

I shake the ground

When I roll through your town

I shake my glass of cognac with ice

I shake dice

I shake niggaz with bad advice

Bullet comin at ya like rice at a wedding

Lace you with a fresh white hospital bedding

Liks are westcoast veterans

You weak like the Bengals

Soft like mangos and rainbows

I train hos to love me

Only gotta rub me

I make the whole world wanna pop that bubbly

And by the way, I'm Al

Al-co-holic

I act a fool and frolic

Till I hurl in the toilet

J-Ro dangerously

Givin you brain surgery

Like a drunken doctor

Drunken mic-rocker

The hos mouth smell like cock, uh

I should sock ya

And lock ya

In a room with nothing but bread and vodka

(Ha!)



[Chorus]

Can't you see

I'm losing my mind

Goin' Crazy

Over this hip-hop, hey!

Can't you see that

I'm losing my mind, again

(Tash) Say what?

Over this hip-hop, hey!



[Tash]

I'm back at-ch ya

Ca-tash-tra

Spy master with a deuce-deuce

I bump heads with rappers

Tryin to knock them niggaz screws lose

So come watch the fireworks, believe me its a trip

While Tash will fry ya extra crispy, like Stevie's on the strip

I never rap typical

I might change the topic, though

Rap about the ghetto then I switch to something tropical

Fuckin' wit ya opticals

I jump right out ya screen

Make your woman do the splits, put a rip up in the jeans

'Cuz Calvin Klein's

No friend of mine

But I be fuckin with his dimes on the billboard signs

Rhymnes shine like spotlights on inmates at San Quentin

E-Swift bang the tracks, make the hottest jams written

Sittin' in the dark

Flows sprark the light

If you drunk while you rappin time to park your mic

It's like this, muthafuckers

Time for all y'all to peep the flow

Y'all goin' crazy now

I lost my mind like 3 weeks ago

Feelin' like a UFO

Everybody stop and stare

Fresh out the chair

On "Who Wants to be a Millionaire"

Time for us to take it there

Peep what we showing you

You goin' crazy now

We know what the fuck you goin' through



[Chorus]

Can't you see

I'm losing my mind

Goin' Crazy

Over this hip-hop, hey!

Can't you see that

I'm losing my mind, again

(J-Ro) Yo!

Over this hip-hop, hey!



[J-Ro]

Yo, Swift twist the beat that hit hard like Tyson squabbles

Ain't a drunk, my motto rowdy as the game module

Me and my apostles, puff and breathe through nostrils

Honeys peel Milano

Wanna ride this colossal

Might find me and Tash, in a green El Dorado

With some models that gobble

South-side Chicago

Might be poppin' bottles

Rocky Mountains, Colorado

Or Harlem world

Poppin' collars up in the Apollo

Goin'crazy



[Tash]

Crazy, crazy, crazy

Them niggaz lookin jealous

'Cuz y'all niggaz can't blaze me

Page me on battle night

We'll do it via sattelite

Channel 2, Pay-per-view

I'll serve you without a mic

Leave your eyes without a face

Disappear without a trace

Last seen in outer-space

You all in court without a case

Don't fight it

The Liks is united

They say we broke up but every story's two-sided

(Nigga...)



Can't you see

I'm losing my mind

Goin' Crazy

Over this hip-hop, hey!

Can't you see that

I'm losing my mind, again

Over this hip-hop, hey!



[J-Ro]

Niggaz goin' berserk

Yeah, uh huh, uh huh

[Uh huh] uh-huh

Niggaz need

Niggaz need a new drug

One that don't make ya sick

One that don't make ya throw-up

One that don't make ya sleepy

One that don't make ya beat up on your kids