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    "Crazy Drunken Style" Lyrics

    Masta Ace

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    [ Lord Digga ]
    Good good mornin, this is a warnin
    You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin
    You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE
    You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
    I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
    Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
    And I just might fuck your wife, cause I'm livin trife
    I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper
    Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
    You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after
    Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
    Say your prayers like a christian
    Or your punk ass will be missin
    Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
    Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra
    But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper

    Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
    (I'm drunk, so what?)
    I got the crazy drunken style
    Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
    (Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

    [ Masta Ace ]
    I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
    It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
    Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
    I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
    I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
    Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
    The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
    Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
    Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell
    It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
    Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
    It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's

    Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
    Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)

    We got the lyrical - hangover
    Check it out
    If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)

    (Drunk on Friday night)

    Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
    (I'm drunk, so what?)
    I got the crazy drunken style
    Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
    (Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

    [ Lord Digga ]
    When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
    Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
    I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
    Doin shit you never thought of
    So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
    So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC's like gizzards
    And beat that ass when you're off to see the wizard
    Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? Word to scouts honor
    The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O'Connor
    So I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that'll front when
    They really know they really don't want nothin
    Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
    Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear
    Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair
    This song was submitted on January 3rd, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Jim Sullivan, Duval A. Clear, Reginald D Ellis, Norman Glover.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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