EPMD

EPMD - Lil Crazy songtekst

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 [erick sermon]

Hey young worldone twoone two

Check it out y'all

Uhhshadz 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 twoyo you got my nerves jumpin around

And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown across town

I ain't with thatso don't cramp my style

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

Yo how could you ask what I'm doin

When I'm pursuingettin funky with my crew and

My input brings vibes unknown like e.t.

Makes me phone home to my family

Clinghello momI'm doin itfreakin more fame

Than batman played by michael keaton

I crossed overlet me name someone that's black

With fameand pockets that are fat

Heyyyerick sermonhe's one

Packs a gunthat's bigger than malcolm's

Out the windowI look for a punk to get stupid

So I can shoot his ass like cupid

E 2 bingosdown with the shadz of lingo

Here to bust out the funky single

Ahh shitthere goes my pager

I'll see you laterbecause yo



Chorus: erick sermon



Every now and thenI 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 dickwith the cover made of steel hoe

Yes yesnever fessed or settled for less

One clown steppedand got a hole in the fuckin chest

From the a.k.somebody scream mayday

Took the sucker outcause he clowned me on a payday

The funk is flowin to the maximum

From the e doublewhile I kick the facts to them

Check a chill brother with classrough enough

To run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass

Grip the steel when caps peeledhere to chill on the real

And don't give a motherfuck how you feel

Thinkin you're steppin to thisI kinda doubt it

Ain't with the bullshitso 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



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 toand stylin that you ain't

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

{*feedback*} oh nothere's my mic squeakin

A soundman's body turnin up every weekend

Some think I done the killinyou 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 torchesi'ma bust em

But don't rush emleave 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} onI 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 .. yoI'm straight {straight}

Chill {chill}yo I need auhhhhairwait {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 outcheck mecheck me out

Hey young world

New york's in the house

Def squad's in the motherfuckinhouse

New york's in the motherfuckinhouse

Rowdy records in the motherfuckinhouse

Def squad's in the motherfuckinhouse

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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