The Gift of Game lyrics

This is Crazy Town...
We're not evil
We just cause trouble and have fun
We're not evil, we're not good
We're somewhere in between
We live within the friction of life
Yeah

Catch a fire, Fire it up
Corrupt stirring it up

It's buring hot, drifing
Hitting every slot
With a drop kick ,

It's toxic
Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
I've lost it
And that the only way that we rock shit
Banging heads and ripping threads
If i wasn't rocking shows
I'd be better of dead

With a one two
One word can destroy your whole crew
And that's toxic

[CHORUS]

You Know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't Crazy
You see the writing on my dick
You know that trick, Tracy
yeah, she's making me sick
living that life
we used to do the same shit
shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked
and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich

Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
Bad behavior
Dreamlands of danger
Darkside pleasures
At their best
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Punk rock, shell toes,
Horns and halos.
Wicked white wings and
And pointed tails.
Devil’s eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades.
The eternal drug raid.
I go by the name of
Mr. Shifty switchblade.
Getting paid in the shade,
As lyrics ricochet,
Off the walls

Now people say I’m jinxed.
I got some kind of voodoo hex.
Life is so complex.
There’s no telling what can happen next.
Life on the edge,
Fuels the sickness in my head.
It imbeds the type of thoughts
That got a lot of brothers dead.
The smarter brother knows
To keep his foes close.
And I’m the type of brother
That’s smarter than most.
A cold hearted overdose
Of lyrical antidotes.

Come my lady
Come come my lady
you're my butterfly
Sugar.baby

Come my lady
Come come my lady
you're my butterfly
Sugar.baby

Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
and I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
Conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
Fucked up, tore back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm drunk
I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma, sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off!
Nah, keep it going
Crazytown, yo y'all just not known'
I get drunk and start talking more shit
And when I got a gun in my hand
You better get out

If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
There’s mayhem in the plastic.
City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
A la cafe, Bambatta flashy fashion.
Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
That be bad and wishing for the fame
And recognition.

Now, we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words force fed to your mind.
Trace the source brother, brother.
Face the music, don’t confuse it for another.
Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands
As our fans multiply.
We push rhymes.
People gather ‘round when we
Kick them.
Go Boy, Shifty stick ‘em.
Ha ha ha stick ‘em.
Burning bridges, smoking ism,
Losing my religion,

Dancing with the devil on the 13th floor
Non stop knocking on heaven’s door
Thinking faster flirting with disaster plastered
I’m your puppet master pushin’ proper data
Watch the city steal your soul as the drugs take control
And the problems of the world put your life on hold
You should have known by now that it just don’t stop
You like that rock hip-hop you make me grab my crotch

[CHORUS:]
Now Ladies come, ladies go,
Out my revolving door
Some ladies never come back,
Most come back for more.
I’ve got a house in the hills
With a door that spins.
Goes in and out,
Out and in,
‘Round and ‘round again.

I live a life these player haters
Would love to be living.
Since a kid, I’ve been surrounded
By beautiful women.
And slippen’ in them
To win them
The unforgiven.

No doubt I’m the one your mama
Warned you about
I’m known for taking ladies home
And turning them out.
Like kissing all the girlies and
Making them cry.
I’m a wise guy with wits
The opposite of shy
Make your girl’s pussy shiver
When she looks in my eyes.
So uh.
One’s for the money,
Two’s for the honeys
Three’s for the pimp’s players
And the playboy bunnies.

This is the last trip.
This is the last trip.
CXT KRS-One
Boogie down, Crazy Town.

I’m a bad ass B-Boy
Two triple O.
A space age hip-hop
Superhero

I rock the block with glocks
And brass knuckles.
A pocket full of weed
And a B-Boy belt buckle.
Space age rage
To rattle your cage
Running amok as we
Fuck up the stage.
Taking hip-hop to a whole new level.
8-0-8 bass over twisted metal.

a buddha
ballistic blacklisted
tiwst of fate my
vocal's fatal
as naughty block concoctions
rock yo cradle i'd thoughti'd wait
till the timin' was
right to ignite cuz people
like me we only come out
at night i rock tha main line and
party wit fine
b*** which is a dirty
job but somebody's gotta do it
so who's the crew wit mo'
hos than vivd so f** the crtics we
leave em hangin' like