Crazy Ft. K-Fed

Crazy Ft. K-Fed

K-Federline, Bosko 
We got 'em on this one dude 

[Britney:] 
And they say 
I'm crazy 
For loving you 
For feeling you 
And maybe 
I'm a little crazy 
But they don't know 
All the things you do 

When the pen hits the pad 
It's in the left hand 
Every single word is worth thirty grand 
Or maybe more 
Don't think they understand 
How much cake the pancake man had 
So heavy like weight 
Moving upstate 
Care for my rhyme 
Like the crime rate 
I flick with your boy 
The prince of the bay 
Sit back, day to day 
Got two back packs 
Resno on one 
LA in other 
Whilst I'm holding my sons 
As I march through the valley of the shadow of death 
Dark hair on my chest 
Wife on my left 
Let's go 

[Britney:] 
And they say 
I'm crazy 
For loving you 
For feeling you 
And maybe 
I'm a little crazy 
But they don't know 
All the things you do 

That's how I'ma ride 
For my family I'd die 
Bet you're all thinking 
I'm that guy 
Don't care about you 
'Cause I'm the truth 
I ball like Kobe 
Shooting hoops 
Up in the roof 
Been the million dollar corporation 
Call me maloof 
Like I said once before 
I'm the truth 
Hollywood can't catch me 
But they got you 
Nothing fake round here 
I'm the realest do 
Haters feel us too 
I'm in and out the groove 
Every word out my mouth 
Make headline news 
I'm the best, I rule 
Come test my tools 
You do so square 
Get my slang out manuals, ha 

[Britney:] 
And they say 
I'm crazy 
For loving you 
For feeling you 
And maybe 
I'm a little crazy 
But they don't know 
All the things you do 

[Britney:] 
And they say I'm a little crazy 
But they don't even know you, baby 
So they base all their the accusations 
On what they really don't know 
So tired of all the speculation 
Fed up of negative fabrications 
You say just have a little patience 
But they are driving me crazy 

Never been a surfer 
But my chang hang loose 
Got so much flavour 
Like 2Pac juice 
Got dudes wishing you're in my shoes 
I'm a rockstar baby 
I do what I wanna do 
Tough pack 
My crew will come and clobber you 
Let the pope come out 
And watch it swallow you 
Not a pretty boy 
But I look like a model do 
Not a gangster 
But in my life, yeah I've fought a few 
Hit the hustle tight now it look 
Like I'm robbing you 
All yours flys 
Watch how I swatted you 
Better think twice how you come at me 
I'm a godfather now 
I'm about my family, yeah [Britney:] 
And they say 
I'm crazy 
For loving you 
For feeling you 
And maybe 
I'm a little crazy 
But they don't know 
All the things you do