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My Passion Crazy Me

a boy still waiting For you There's an anger in me There's an anger What's a boy to do Crazy and me Driving out of control Catastrophe man Take me

walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, passion

walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, fashion, baby Work it, move that thing, crazy Walk, walk, passion

rock for one girl can make her go crazy I need someone to dance with me baby, dance! The music's on, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up My favorite

, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she

G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away

Yeah, I get a little crazy trying to have a little fun Then I end up back where I started from Down on my knees, I pray Oh Lord, let me see another

' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't

Yeah 'sup with these niggas in the club lookin' at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga