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Tha Alkaholiks - Goin` Crazy

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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

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