Artist: Sheek Louch Album: Walk Witt Me Song: Crazzy Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [intro (talking)] imma make the hits yall book the shows [Hook] Aiyyo Bling bling, whats that? Sheek Louch is back Ride 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 window Blaaaow, y'all muh'fuckas know my style Any nigga looking and I'm daffy ducking his ass Beat upside down, straight bucking his ass Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his ass Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mc Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper Thats why my vobulary sick Use big words like, suck-my-dick You dont wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats I'm like Eddie Kane nigga from the Five Heart Beats Coke thicker than ya muh'fucking cream of wheats Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats [Hook] [Verse Two] Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer D block flag waving on the rangest tanner In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing Scoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailing Yeah! I dont care if I sell or not The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove Fuck mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love Street shit, Sheek shit, bring life to tug Ha ha, I'm like new, but I been here tho Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show Book it, let the hood in and let me rock Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up! [Hook] [Verse Three] I got ? signs, fuck dog, beware the owner Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna Scratching my ass, hoping that the kids tresspass One of 'em vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggers I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up I feel the earths a little baller niggaz shaking me up I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup And yo what, thats right, the god sick wit it May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it I'm the best out right now, spread the news I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes Yellow Play Boy nigga, stin Pepe Lepues I dont just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off Espionage and all that, like ???? Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!