Crazy - K Rino

Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire

The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires

When it’s peaceful she be bored but when it’s drama she love it

The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public

No matter what you try to do for her, it ain’t no pleasing

First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason

You in ya car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you

She’ll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you

It be seeming like she drunk man but really she’s sober

The kind that start cussing the laws out when y’all getting pulled over

Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low

Might see a chick that she don’t even know and go «I hate that hoe»

The kind who argue all night and always think she right

The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn’t even fight

She got a case she on probation and still won’t quit

The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some shit

And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her

And got three or four crazy home girls that’ll ride with her

Try’na leave her, she’ll sabotage your whole situation

Go lying and dig up all your personal information

Accusing you of things you didn’t do to start drama

The kind of chick that bet not ever introduce to yo mama

If you try to break up with her but you married with kids

She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y’all did

She’ll invetrate yo stash and bleed yo cash

And if you mess around and get her pregnant, that’s yo ass

But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex

Cause everybody know that’s crazy woman got the best sex

Yeah

Crazy dudes so in love we throwed off in the dome

Hiding in the bushes waiting on yo ass to get home

We handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know

Going to jail is a routine like a trip to the corner store

And even if the cops around you, you don’t feel protected

If he don’t threatening you at least once a day you’ll feel neglected

The type of dude to fight yo daddy and ain’t scared of the laws

That’ll pop up at your front door and a roam in some draws

You see em walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind

Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying

The kind you couldn’t run away from if you move to Iraq

And that restraining order you filed don’t it don’t mean jack

Fatal attracting to the third power you wish you could leave

He’ll go aging physically drag you out the club by your weave

All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder

The ones that threaten to kill they self, when you tell em it’s over

Told you he loved you the first day that y’all started talking

Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y’all walking

Twenty-five eighty constantly around yo ass

Changing number and move two times still found yo ass!

Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence

Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes

You’re real jealous, any trust he tried to show you it’s phony

And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies

He knows street fighting, Tae bo, kung-fu and karate

And if he catch you out of line, he’ll goin kill everybody

But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said

Cause he be tearing yo little ass up when he get’chu in bed