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Crazy, papa crazy |
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Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam" |
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Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab |
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He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude |
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And then to put it to you straight he's crazy, lazy and rude |
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His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not |
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Not to mention 'bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht |
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He never gave me a dime or even spent some time |
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And that's why |
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I had to cold write this rhyme, about |
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Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy |
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Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill |
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Yeah, my daddy got a |
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Caddy, funky, fresh |
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SevilleHe got diamonds and furs, for his and hers |
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And a cat in the hat, that just chills and purrs |
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Now he eats and grubs and rocks beats at clubs |
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While mama makin' nothin', while she sweeps and rubs |
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You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid? |
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Well the last that asked, got sprayed and laid, because |
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Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy |
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Papa hang with crazy, people crazy, times of the night |
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Runnin' 'round with crazy women, but but that's alright, because |
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Papa crazy, papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy |
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Yo, run, my papa was crazy, crazy as can be |
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And my mama said that he left me, when |
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I was three |
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But my mama never told me he was out of his mind |
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Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime |
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He didn't care where he slept or where his clothes were kept |
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He was so in debt, somebody broke his neck |
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And on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave |
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That, papa died a bum, but he died brave, because |
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Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy |
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Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy |
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Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy |
