She Got Crazy

(álbum: Thug Stories - 2006)

[Hook: repeat 2X]
I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door
Because she got a little bit crazy
I don't want no deranged lady
That'll have a nigga sleeping under daisies.

[Wish Bone]
I don't want another insane lover
Cutting on my rubber
Hounding me just to tell her I love her
Gotta give it to them big butt girls
The ones that don't give a fuck
"Just-wanna-bust-nut" girls
When them feelings involved
Now you playing with fire
Gotta let 'em know from the gate
Man, you ain't telling no lies
I just wanna (touch that)
I just wanna (couple times)
I just wanna (no ties)
Can a thugsta hit that there?
No need to blow me up one day, we right back here
Doing what we do, I see you like that there
Baby girl, let me just keep this fair
You do you and I'll do me
Can we do it, do it like that?
Keep it creeping, creeping
Yes they say it's better than sneaking, sneaking
But when it's all over, it's just over
No knives or policemen

[Hook]

[Krayzie Bone]
Now me and her been rolling together
Now for quite some time
And she been nagging a nigga
The whole damn ride
When I first met the girl
Everything was all good
She grew up around my way
So hey, the love was all hood
So I figured it was cool
And we could do this
And, plus she had a booty
that was sicker than lupus
I had to scoop it
Anyway, we started hanging out
And talking on the phone mo'
And before you know
we on her floor doing the Grown Folk
Everything was cool, y'all
We had it plain and simple
She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man
More like "homie-lover-friends"
She said she understand
But I can't tell she comprehend
'Cause she keying on my Benz
While I'm sleeping, she be creeping on me
sneaking in my pockets
Looking for numbers in my phone
And condoms in my wallet
Then she overdid it
This bitch pointed a pistol at me
Talking about "We need to talk"
'Cause she ain't happy
So shit....

[Hook]

[Layzie Bone]
Little sweet thang
she love to floss
Clothes to her lip gloss
Making hard thugs turn soft
Looking like Diana Ross
Slim, sweet and sexy
Something like a little sister
'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)
To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass
I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class
Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee
But I was young, so I let her get close to me
And I was kinda in love
Everyday a nigga wit' her
After school a nigga wit' her
At the mall taking pictures
All the while I got my niggaz saying I'm breakin up the group
I'm out here missing my rehearsals
'Cause I'm trying to knock boots
She ain't even let me hit it
Got me talking about commitment
Got me climbing through the window
Won't even let me get it
Last thing that she said
Snapped me back to reality
We in the 12th grade
Talking about "you wanna marry me?"

[Hook]