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Tim Crazy On You

You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah

another day of you tripping out on me I could retaliate and bring the ghetto out of me But I'm feeling you, but not the things you do I'd rather set you

jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up And carries him on

forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin' on the Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on

anger on the paper Record it on tape Play it on the block On ya box While you get off rocks And down heavy swallows Of scotch white label Put it on the

it felt good on my lips. Oh oh oh I.. I wanna go crazy You can go crazy too Oh oh oh I.. I wanna go crazy I wanna go crazy with you Everybody sayin

'Eyo Joe here's another one, Tim and Bob, Nas They drool on her blue jools on her arm, Too cool on her palm, still move to this song, It's been a minute

on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on

man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty You pulled your toolie, out on me motherfucker