Erick Sermon, Shadz Of Lingo - Lil Crazy

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Hey young world, one two, one two
Check it out yall
Uhh, shadz of lingo in the house
E doubles in the house with def squad
On the funky fresh track with shadz of lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
And _humpin around_ like bobby brown across town
I aint with that, so dont cramp my style
Step off me, Im hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what Im doin
When Im pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown like e.t.
Makes me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, Im doin it, freakin more fame
Than batman played by michael keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone thats black
With fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, hes one
Packs a gun, thats bigger than malcolms
Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid
So I can shoot his ass like cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of lingo
Here to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my pager
Ill see you later, because yo Chorus: erick sermon
Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4x)
One two how can I do it? I guess Ill spit the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
From the a.k., somebody scream mayday
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the maximum
From the e double, while I kick the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough enough
To run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
And dont give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin youre steppin to this, I kinda doubt it Aint with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it The big nigga with the bud and Im on that
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that
Yo its the lingo of the shadz
Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious
Melodious metaphorical music with mo shit
That you used to, and stylin that you aint
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
oh no, theres my mic squeakin
A soundmans body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you know I cant remember
I cant recall a full week since this past december
And mics catchin fire fore I get the chance to touch em Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, ima bust em But dont rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows Im thinkin bout murder
Run hide you cant escape
The hit on, I got the papes
Dodge red lasers scannin
Brings fly rhymes landin
Let me go. no. yo, Im straight
Chill, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait
Cross fade a killer style and
Wheres the soundman
Tell me was I whylin
Cause
Hey young world
Check me out, check me, check me out
Hey young world
New yorks in the house
Def squads in the motherfuckin, house
New yorks in the motherfuckin, house
Rowdy records in the motherfuckin, house
Def squads in the motherfuckin, house
E.d.s in the motherfuckin house (def jam boy)
Shadz of lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace. and we out (russell simmons boy)
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