Crazzy-Sheek Louch

　　　 Artist：sheek louch Songs Title：crazzy Imma make the hits Yall book the shows Aiyyo Bling bling, what's that? Sheek Louch is back Ride ride, you got my back? where the heaters at? 12 gauge, tech nines, yo! where the hit em at? D block, we got 'em going crazy, crazy Aiyyo, whos that looking through my window Blaaaow, y'all muh'f**kas know my style Any ni**a looking and I'm daffy ducking his a** Beat upside down, straight bucking his a** Louie bat to his head, roll a truck in his a** Old man style, bust a bottle, cut 'em wit glass Yeeeeeah!, it can be who? Sheek the mc Spit hard, the mc, in the yard, the mc I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper That's why my vocabulary sick Use big words like, suck-my-dick You don't wanna play Louch, wit out entering cheats I'm like Eddie Kane ni**a from the Five Heart Beats Coke thicker than ya muh'f**king cream of wheats Paper too small nowadays, I write on sheets And I done made so many hits, I'm about to cop cleats Without baking soda still keep the arm and hammer D block flag waving on the rangest tanner In our jungle, all gorillas keep a banana Spraying dumb, yo heat is old as nana Listen, if you wit us no time for bailing Sheek Louch, D-block, stop Rose like jalen No bull, nickle plate catch me pailing Scoop big niggaz, put 'em through half the sailing Yeah! I don't care if I sell or not The boy is hot, that be wit a oven glove F**k mainstream, keep me wit gangstah love Street sh*t, Sheek sh*t, bring life to tug Ha ha, I'm like new, but I been here tho Just low, I ain't drop and y'all wanting a show Book it, let the hood in and let me rock Bring the hardest niggaz from ya block, what up! I got big signs, f**k dog, beware the owner Step out, shopping boxes, Lemon Coronna Scratching my a**, hoping that the kids tresspass One of 'em vietnam niggaz, my stitch wit hair triggers I'm hot like, bout to start breaking you up I feel the earths a little baller niggaz shaking me up I'm bout to dig inside ya pockets, start caking me up I get coke before, I ever be outside wit a cup And yo what, that's right, the god sick wit it May be before, but right now the kid Louch forget it I'm the best out right now, spread the news I could write a book, Louch the new Langston Hughes Yellow Play Boy ni**a, stin Pepe Lepues I don't just clap, Sheek'll make the 4 go off Espionage and all that, like gombachev Hit the block and make the o's go off, oow!