Crazy (feat. k-fed)
par Britney Spears
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K-Federline, Bosko
We got ´em on this one due
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
When the pen hits the pad
It´s in the left hand
Every single word is worth thirty grand
Or maybe more
Don´t think they understand
How much cake the pancake man had
So heavy like weight
Moving upstate
Care for my rhyme
Like the crime rate
I flick with your boy
The prince of the bay
Sit back, day to day
Got two back packs
Resno on one
LA in other
Whilst I´m holding my sons
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death
Dark hair on my chest
Wife on my left
Let´s go
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
That´s how I´ma ride
For my family I´d die
Bet you´re all thinking
I´m that guy
Don´t care about you
´Cause I´m the truth
I ball like Kobe
Shooting hoops
Up in the roof
Been the million dollar corporation
Call me maloof
Like I said once before
I´m the truth
Hollywood can´t catch me
But they got you
Nothing fake round here
I´m the realest do
Haters feel us too
I´m in and out the groove
Every word out my mouth
Make headline news
I´m the best, I rule
Come test my tools
You do so square
Get my slang out manuals, ha
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
And they say I´m a little crazy
But they don´t even know you, baby
So they base all their the accusations
On what they really don´t know
So tired of all the speculation
Fed up of negative fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy
Never been a surfer
But my chang hang loose
Got so much flavour
Like 2Pac juice
Got dudes wishing you´re in my shoes
I´m a rockstar baby
I do what I wanna do
Tough pack
My crew will come and clobber you
Let the pope come out
And watch it swallow you
Not a pretty boy
But I look like a model do
Not a gangster
But in my life, yeah I´ve fought a few
Hit the hustle tight now it look
Like I´m robbing you
All yours flys
Watch how I swatted you
Better think twice how you come at me
I´m a godfather now
I´m about my family, yeah
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
We got ´em on this one due
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
When the pen hits the pad
It´s in the left hand
Every single word is worth thirty grand
Or maybe more
Don´t think they understand
How much cake the pancake man had
So heavy like weight
Moving upstate
Care for my rhyme
Like the crime rate
I flick with your boy
The prince of the bay
Sit back, day to day
Got two back packs
Resno on one
LA in other
Whilst I´m holding my sons
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death
Dark hair on my chest
Wife on my left
Let´s go
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
That´s how I´ma ride
For my family I´d die
Bet you´re all thinking
I´m that guy
Don´t care about you
´Cause I´m the truth
I ball like Kobe
Shooting hoops
Up in the roof
Been the million dollar corporation
Call me maloof
Like I said once before
I´m the truth
Hollywood can´t catch me
But they got you
Nothing fake round here
I´m the realest do
Haters feel us too
I´m in and out the groove
Every word out my mouth
Make headline news
I´m the best, I rule
Come test my tools
You do so square
Get my slang out manuals, ha
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do
And they say I´m a little crazy
But they don´t even know you, baby
So they base all their the accusations
On what they really don´t know
So tired of all the speculation
Fed up of negative fabrications
You say just have a little patience
But they are driving me crazy
Never been a surfer
But my chang hang loose
Got so much flavour
Like 2Pac juice
Got dudes wishing you´re in my shoes
I´m a rockstar baby
I do what I wanna do
Tough pack
My crew will come and clobber you
Let the pope come out
And watch it swallow you
Not a pretty boy
But I look like a model do
Not a gangster
But in my life, yeah I´ve fought a few
Hit the hustle tight now it look
Like I´m robbing you
All yours flys
Watch how I swatted you
Better think twice how you come at me
I´m a godfather now
I´m about my family, yeah
And they say
I´m crazy
For loving you
For feeling you
And maybe
I´m a little crazy
But they don´t know
All the things you do