Artist: DJ Quik f/ El Debarge Album: The Midnight Life Song: That Nigger's Crazy Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: El Debarge] So crazy... Nigga done lost his mind Ohhh, you're so crazy Cra-zay, crazy, crazy crazy crazy Ha-ohh... Sho 'nuff lost his mind Ohhh yeah, ohhh, oooh... [DJ Quik] (El Debarge) Ah! When the dick's good, hoes want it down to the nuts You don't need no Viagra or ExtenZe (Done lost yo' mind) Cause when the dick's good, they put their cushion on your front And they swing it from left to right until it ends (Oh you so fine, oh Lord..) But then they all catch feelings and the psycho shows And that's when they becoming passive-aggressive hoes Talkin 'bout flippin it and what she would do with her toys? You can't put nothin in me - BITCH, I'M A BOOOOY~!! ...And if you keep annoyin me I'ma pump your pussy full of lead and poison both your ovaries I'm fly, too/two fly, I wish it made sense to say three fly but can't because free high Sterile from the barrel so that means that I'm clean And I'm so cool, I can nut ice cream Now how you want it? When you want it? Come get up on it If you get it, you gon' get it, you know how I get when I hit it, I split it [Chorus: DJ Quik cuts and scratches while El Debarge harmonizes] "That nigga's crazy!" {4X} [DJ Quik] Talkin to me? ...Shit Niggaz in LA, they talk just like a bitch Mouth open like ho pussy, complete with the drips You lucky my security don't want it to pop They lookin out for you bastards, if it was me, you'd be shot REAL man don't gossip and real Gs' don't plot They put it down where it started and once it start it don't stop If you had as much money as you niggaz had words You'd probably be up on instead of down on the curb I'm a legend and a playa and a gangsta to boot The only banger with the key to the city in my loot I've had a spell placed over me that'll screw up ya luck If you push ya mob up on me, plot on me, you'd be fucked That's that voodoo that Pirus do, that fly crews do That fire on tired niggaz that cockblock like you do Killer and a prophet, Nostradamus with Glocks Acquitted at the trial, only my hair is in locks, now kick rocks [Chorus] [Interlude: El Debarge] I wanna know, I wanna know I wanna know, I wanna knoooow, yeaah Why you're so crazy? Why you're so crazy? Must be out of your mind, yeaaa-eaa-eaa-ea-yeah Must be out of your mind [DJ Quik] You wanna know me? You wanna know my mind? I like to make dope beats and hear dope-ass lines I like to drink from this cup, and have a dope-ass time I like multiple bottles empty but all in a line I'm a star, you can only be a co-star here That should be cool, consider that you wasn't shit last year Super cocky disc jockey, used to fight like hockey Apollo Creed on Rocky, I make you bleed if you mock me Checkin niggaz on Twitter who wanna brand me as bitter Watch your mouth or bite your lip or get it split by a spitter Now do EVERY drug you wanna cause it's all from the earth Make the grind, do some lines, just remember your word haha! [Chorus] [Outro: El Debarge] Don't mind you crazy, don't mind you crazy Sho nuff out of your mind Whyyyy you're crazy Crazy, must be out of your mind So crazy crazy crazy Must be out of your mind And HOOOOOOOOW you're so crazyyyy-YEE (DJ Quik is in the motherfuckin house) Must be out of your mind Ohhh, you're so crazy!