"Talkin Crazy" lyrics
E-40 & Bosko Lyrics
Fast Tracks made the beat
Tell me something slick, mane
Tell me something slick, mane
Give me some game they can't explain (Now)
I'm on
Bring me up to speed in my mackin ass time of need (Huh, pop your P's)
Pour me another sip, mane
Stop babysitting, mane, let me get a dose
I'm trying to get whiskey, let me hit the bong
While you at it, let me hit that tree, too
Let me hit that turtle, boy
Ugh, one of my partners, he a P, he got bops, (Hoes)
He said they coochie be popping bubbles like a soda pop (Whoa)
The boogers up in his bezzle disrespectful (Mean)
They loud, noisy and they echoing
A wordsmith with his words, he not a lame
I said if I had your brain, I'd have hella game
I told him it's in me, it's on me, it's in my flesh
I've been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest
We don't go back and forth, but 'cause we got muscle
And we don't do no wolfin, lip wrestling and we don't tongue-tussle
I don't explain myself no more 'cause I'm a boss
Going against me, it's like driving a motorcycle through a gasoline car wash
I'm on fire, my ninja, I can't be tamed
And I got iridescent lenses in my Cartier frames
The ism in my veins is hereditary
The medallion on my neck sing like Mariah Carey, scripture
I'm gonna give you game for free
Talking crazy, I'm talking crazy
Gassing on the M-I-C
Talking crazy, talking crazy
Ugh, when you get my age and you live to be OG
You'll say I got more days behind me than I do in front of me (In front of you?)
Tryna figure out life way back up in my heyday (Heyday)
Winging it, tryna make some leeway (Leeway?)
Contemplating about life, I came up with a hypothesis (Hypothesis)
I'ma spit these bars from my esophagus (Esophagus)
It was ugly on my soil, but it was beautiful
In my demographics, we had chitterlings and Menudo (Menudo)
From the land, no dinner or a medical plan (Uh-uh)
Feel like 10,000 when you got a grand (Uh-huh)
I remember powdered meat and sardine cans (Ghetto)
Couldn't stay local forever, I had to expand (Hello?)
The soiled ain't holding no court up in the courthouse (Not)
Partna, they holding court up in the trenches (The blacktop)
You gon' get what you deserve if you a mighty mouse (Rat)
You know what they say, snitches, they get stitches (Exact)
My name is good behind them walls, my income tall and majestic
Numbers don't lie, bitch, check the statistics
I ain't nothing to play with, bitch, I'm not a toy
You robbing Peter to pay Paul, but you forgot to pay Leroy (Leroy?)
Just bought a muscle car and it's souped and it scrams
The candy paint on the vehicle turn colors like color crayons (Color crayons)
She eyeing me down, she thangin and she cakey (Yamming)
Thicker than a carrot cake that's fresh about to bakery (Handling)
Bitch
I'm gonna give you game for free
Talking crazy, I'm talking crazy
Gassing on the M-I-C
Talking crazy, talking crazy
Ooh, me
Ooh, me
I'm heavy
I'm heavy
I'm talking crazy
I'm talking crazy, talking
Ooh, me
Ooh me
I'm heavy
Heavy
I'm talking crazy
I'm talking crazy, crazy
Tell me something slick, mane
Tell me something slick, mane
Give me some game they can't explain (Now)
I'm on
Bring me up to speed in my mackin ass time of need (Huh, pop your P's)
Pour me another sip, mane
Stop babysitting, mane, let me get a dose
I'm trying to get whiskey, let me hit the bong
While you at it, let me hit that tree, too
Let me hit that turtle, boy
Ugh, one of my partners, he a P, he got bops, (Hoes)
He said they coochie be popping bubbles like a soda pop (Whoa)
The boogers up in his bezzle disrespectful (Mean)
They loud, noisy and they echoing
A wordsmith with his words, he not a lame
I said if I had your brain, I'd have hella game
I told him it's in me, it's on me, it's in my flesh
I've been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest
We don't go back and forth, but 'cause we got muscle
And we don't do no wolfin, lip wrestling and we don't tongue-tussle
I don't explain myself no more 'cause I'm a boss
Going against me, it's like driving a motorcycle through a gasoline car wash
I'm on fire, my ninja, I can't be tamed
And I got iridescent lenses in my Cartier frames
The ism in my veins is hereditary
The medallion on my neck sing like Mariah Carey, scripture
I'm gonna give you game for free
Talking crazy, I'm talking crazy
Gassing on the M-I-C
Talking crazy, talking crazy
Ugh, when you get my age and you live to be OG
You'll say I got more days behind me than I do in front of me (In front of you?)
Tryna figure out life way back up in my heyday (Heyday)
Winging it, tryna make some leeway (Leeway?)
Contemplating about life, I came up with a hypothesis (Hypothesis)
I'ma spit these bars from my esophagus (Esophagus)
It was ugly on my soil, but it was beautiful
In my demographics, we had chitterlings and Menudo (Menudo)
From the land, no dinner or a medical plan (Uh-uh)
Feel like 10,000 when you got a grand (Uh-huh)
I remember powdered meat and sardine cans (Ghetto)
Couldn't stay local forever, I had to expand (Hello?)
The soiled ain't holding no court up in the courthouse (Not)
Partna, they holding court up in the trenches (The blacktop)
You gon' get what you deserve if you a mighty mouse (Rat)
You know what they say, snitches, they get stitches (Exact)
My name is good behind them walls, my income tall and majestic
Numbers don't lie, bitch, check the statistics
I ain't nothing to play with, bitch, I'm not a toy
You robbing Peter to pay Paul, but you forgot to pay Leroy (Leroy?)
Just bought a muscle car and it's souped and it scrams
The candy paint on the vehicle turn colors like color crayons (Color crayons)
She eyeing me down, she thangin and she cakey (Yamming)
Thicker than a carrot cake that's fresh about to bakery (Handling)
Bitch
I'm gonna give you game for free
Talking crazy, I'm talking crazy
Gassing on the M-I-C
Talking crazy, talking crazy
Ooh, me
Ooh, me
I'm heavy
I'm heavy
I'm talking crazy
I'm talking crazy, talking
Ooh, me
Ooh me
I'm heavy
Heavy
I'm talking crazy
I'm talking crazy, crazy
