[{"id":4898457,"name":"She Got Crazy","trackName":"She Got Crazy","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Thug Stories","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n(Wish Bone)\nI don't want another insane lover\nCuttin' on my rubber\nHoundin' me just to tell her I love her\nGotta give it to them big butt girls\nThe ones that don't give a fuck\n\"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\nWhen them feelings involved\nNow you playin' with fire\nGotta let 'em know from the gate\nMan, you ain't tellin' no lies\nI just wanna (touch that)\nI just wanna (couple times)\nI just wanna (no ties)\nCan a thugsta hit that there?\nNo need to blow me up one day, we right back here\nDoin' what we do, I see you like that there\nBaby girl, let me just keep this fair\nYou do you and I'll do me\nCan we do it, do it like that?\nKeep it creepin', creepin'\nYes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\nBut when it's all over, it's just over\nNo knives or policemen\n\n()\n\n(Krayzie Bone)\nNow me and her been rollin' together\nNow for quite some time\nAnd she been naggin' a nigga\nThe whole damn ride\nWhen I first met the girl\nEverything was all good\nShe grew up around my way\nSo hey, the love was all hood\nSo I figured it was cool\nAnd we could do this\nAnd, plus she had a booty\nThat was sicker than lupus\nI had to scoop it\nAnyway, we started hangin' out\nAnd talkin' on the phone mo'\nAnd before you know\nWe on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\nEverything was cool, y'all\nWe had it plain and simple\nShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\nMore like \"homie-lover-friends\"\nShe said she understand\nBut I can't tell she comprehend\n'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\nWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\nSneakin' in my pockets\nLookin' for numbers in my phone\nAnd condoms in my wallet\nThen she overdid it\nThis bitch pointed a pistol at me\nTalkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n'Cause she ain't happy\nSo shit...\n\n()\n\n(Layzie Bone)\nLittle sweet thang\nShe love to floss\nClothes to her lip gloss\nMakin' hard thugs turn soft\nLookin' like Diana Ross\nSlim, sweet and sexy\nSomething like a little sister\n'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\nTo be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\nI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\nBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\nBut I was young, so I let her get close to me\nAnd I was kinda in love\nEveryday a nigga wit' her\nAfter school a nigga wit' her\nAt the mall takin' pictures\nAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\nI'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n()\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\nJumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\nI jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: She Got Crazy\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Thug Stories\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n  (Wish Bone)\n  I don't want another insane lover\n  Cuttin' on my rubber\n  Houndin' me just to tell her I love her\n  Gotta give it to them big butt girls\n  The ones that don't give a fuck\n  \"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\n  When them feelings involved\n  Now you playin' with fire\n  Gotta let 'em know from the gate\n  Man, you ain't tellin' no lies\n  I just wanna (touch that)\n  I just wanna (couple times)\n  I just wanna (no ties)\n  Can a thugsta hit that there?\n  No need to blow me up one day, we right back here\n  Doin' what we do, I see you like that there\n  Baby girl, let me just keep this fair\n  You do you and I'll do me\n  Can we do it, do it like that?\n  Keep it creepin', creepin'\n  Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\n  But when it's all over, it's just over\n  No knives or policemen\n\n  ()\n\n  (Krayzie Bone)\n  Now me and her been rollin' together\n  Now for quite some time\n  And she been naggin' a nigga\n  The whole damn ride\n  When I first met the girl\n  Everything was all good\n  She grew up around my way\n  So hey, the love was all hood\n  So I figured it was cool\n  And we could do this\n  And, plus she had a booty\n  That was sicker than lupus\n  I had to scoop it\n  Anyway, we started hangin' out\n  And talkin' on the phone mo'\n  And before you know\n  We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\n  Everything was cool, y'all\n  We had it plain and simple\n  She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\n  More like \"homie-lover-friends\"\n  She said she understand\n  But I can't tell she comprehend\n  'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\n  While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\n  Sneakin' in my pockets\n  Lookin' for numbers in my phone\n  And condoms in my wallet\n  Then she overdid it\n  This bitch pointed a pistol at me\n  Talkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n  'Cause she ain't happy\n  So shit...\n\n  ()\n\n  (Layzie Bone)\n  Little sweet thang\n  She love to floss\n  Clothes to her lip gloss\n  Makin' hard thugs turn soft\n  Lookin' like Diana Ross\n  Slim, sweet and sexy\n  Something like a little sister\n  'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\n  To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\n  I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\n  Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\n  But I was young, so I let her get close to me\n  And I was kinda in love\n  Everyday a nigga wit' her\n  After school a nigga wit' her\n  At the mall takin' pictures\n  All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\n  I'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n  ()\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n  Jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n"},{"id":2526171,"name":"She Got Crazy","trackName":"She Got Crazy","artistName":"Bone Thugs-n-Harmony","albumName":"Thug Stories","duration":206.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n(Wish Bone)\nI don't want another insane lover\nCuttin' on my rubber\nHoundin' me just to tell her I love her\nGotta give it to them big butt girls\nThe ones that don't give a fuck\n\"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\nWhen them feelings involved\nNow you playin' with fire\nGotta let 'em know from the gate\nMan, you ain't tellin' no lies\nI just wanna (touch that)\nI just wanna (couple times)\nI just wanna (no ties)\nCan a thugsta hit that there?\nNo need to blow me up one day, we right back here\nDoin' what we do, I see you like that there\nBaby girl, let me just keep this fair\nYou do you and I'll do me\nCan we do it, do it like that?\nKeep it creepin', creepin'\nYes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\nBut when it's all over, it's just over\nNo knives or policemen\n\n()\n\n(Krayzie Bone)\nNow me and her been rollin' together\nNow for quite some time\nAnd she been naggin' a nigga\nThe whole damn ride\nWhen I first met the girl\nEverything was all good\nShe grew up around my way\nSo hey, the love was all hood\nSo I figured it was cool\nAnd we could do this\nAnd, plus she had a booty\nThat was sicker than lupus\nI had to scoop it\nAnyway, we started hangin' out\nAnd talkin' on the phone mo'\nAnd before you know\nWe on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\nEverything was cool, y'all\nWe had it plain and simple\nShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\nMore like \"homie-lover-friends\"\nShe said she understand\nBut I can't tell she comprehend\n'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\nWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\nSneakin' in my pockets\nLookin' for numbers in my phone\nAnd condoms in my wallet\nThen she overdid it\nThis bitch pointed a pistol at me\nTalkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n'Cause she ain't happy\nSo shit...\n\n()\n\n(Layzie Bone)\nLittle sweet thang\nShe love to floss\nClothes to her lip gloss\nMakin' hard thugs turn soft\nLookin' like Diana Ross\nSlim, sweet and sexy\nSomething like a little sister\n'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\nTo be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\nI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\nBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\nBut I was young, so I let her get close to me\nAnd I was kinda in love\nEveryday a nigga wit' her\nAfter school a nigga wit' her\nAt the mall takin' pictures\nAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\nI'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n()\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\nJumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\nI jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: She Got Crazy\n  artist: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony\n  album: Thug Stories\n  duration_ms: 206000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n  (Wish Bone)\n  I don't want another insane lover\n  Cuttin' on my rubber\n  Houndin' me just to tell her I love her\n  Gotta give it to them big butt girls\n  The ones that don't give a fuck\n  \"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\n  When them feelings involved\n  Now you playin' with fire\n  Gotta let 'em know from the gate\n  Man, you ain't tellin' no lies\n  I just wanna (touch that)\n  I just wanna (couple times)\n  I just wanna (no ties)\n  Can a thugsta hit that there?\n  No need to blow me up one day, we right back here\n  Doin' what we do, I see you like that there\n  Baby girl, let me just keep this fair\n  You do you and I'll do me\n  Can we do it, do it like that?\n  Keep it creepin', creepin'\n  Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\n  But when it's all over, it's just over\n  No knives or policemen\n\n  ()\n\n  (Krayzie Bone)\n  Now me and her been rollin' together\n  Now for quite some time\n  And she been naggin' a nigga\n  The whole damn ride\n  When I first met the girl\n  Everything was all good\n  She grew up around my way\n  So hey, the love was all hood\n  So I figured it was cool\n  And we could do this\n  And, plus she had a booty\n  That was sicker than lupus\n  I had to scoop it\n  Anyway, we started hangin' out\n  And talkin' on the phone mo'\n  And before you know\n  We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\n  Everything was cool, y'all\n  We had it plain and simple\n  She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\n  More like \"homie-lover-friends\"\n  She said she understand\n  But I can't tell she comprehend\n  'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\n  While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\n  Sneakin' in my pockets\n  Lookin' for numbers in my phone\n  And condoms in my wallet\n  Then she overdid it\n  This bitch pointed a pistol at me\n  Talkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n  'Cause she ain't happy\n  So shit...\n\n  ()\n\n  (Layzie Bone)\n  Little sweet thang\n  She love to floss\n  Clothes to her lip gloss\n  Makin' hard thugs turn soft\n  Lookin' like Diana Ross\n  Slim, sweet and sexy\n  Something like a little sister\n  'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\n  To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\n  I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\n  Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\n  But I was young, so I let her get close to me\n  And I was kinda in love\n  Everyday a nigga wit' her\n  After school a nigga wit' her\n  At the mall takin' pictures\n  All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\n  I'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n  ()\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n  Jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n"},{"id":20506955,"name":"She Got Crazy","trackName":"She Got Crazy","artistName":"Bone Thugs-N-Harmony","albumName":"Thug Stories","duration":299.977151,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n(Wish Bone)\nI don't want another insane lover\nCuttin' on my rubber\nHoundin' me just to tell her I love her\nGotta give it to them big butt girls\nThe ones that don't give a fuck\n\"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\nWhen them feelings involved\nNow you playin' with fire\nGotta let 'em know from the gate\nMan, you ain't tellin' no lies\nI just wanna (touch that)\nI just wanna (couple times)\nI just wanna (no ties)\nCan a thugsta hit that there?\nNo need to blow me up one day, we right back here\nDoin' what we do, I see you like that there\nBaby girl, let me just keep this fair\nYou do you and I'll do me\nCan we do it, do it like that?\nKeep it creepin', creepin'\nYes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\nBut when it's all over, it's just over\nNo knives or policemen\n\n()\n\n(Krayzie Bone)\nNow me and her been rollin' together\nNow for quite some time\nAnd she been naggin' a nigga\nThe whole damn ride\nWhen I first met the girl\nEverything was all good\nShe grew up around my way\nSo hey, the love was all hood\nSo I figured it was cool\nAnd we could do this\nAnd, plus she had a booty\nThat was sicker than lupus\nI had to scoop it\nAnyway, we started hangin' out\nAnd talkin' on the phone mo'\nAnd before you know\nWe on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\nEverything was cool, y'all\nWe had it plain and simple\nShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\nMore like \"homie-lover-friends\"\nShe said she understand\nBut I can't tell she comprehend\n'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\nWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\nSneakin' in my pockets\nLookin' for numbers in my phone\nAnd condoms in my wallet\nThen she overdid it\nThis bitch pointed a pistol at me\nTalkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n'Cause she ain't happy\nSo shit...\n\n()\n\n(Layzie Bone)\nLittle sweet thang\nShe love to floss\nClothes to her lip gloss\nMakin' hard thugs turn soft\nLookin' like Diana Ross\nSlim, sweet and sexy\nSomething like a little sister\n'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\nTo be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\nI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\nBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\nBut I was young, so I let her get close to me\nAnd I was kinda in love\nEveryday a nigga wit' her\nAfter school a nigga wit' her\nAt the mall takin' pictures\nAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\nI'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n()\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\nJumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\nI jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: She Got Crazy\n  artist: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony\n  album: Thug Stories\n  duration_ms: 299977\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n  (Wish Bone)\n  I don't want another insane lover\n  Cuttin' on my rubber\n  Houndin' me just to tell her I love her\n  Gotta give it to them big butt girls\n  The ones that don't give a fuck\n  \"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\n  When them feelings involved\n  Now you playin' with fire\n  Gotta let 'em know from the gate\n  Man, you ain't tellin' no lies\n  I just wanna (touch that)\n  I just wanna (couple times)\n  I just wanna (no ties)\n  Can a thugsta hit that there?\n  No need to blow me up one day, we right back here\n  Doin' what we do, I see you like that there\n  Baby girl, let me just keep this fair\n  You do you and I'll do me\n  Can we do it, do it like that?\n  Keep it creepin', creepin'\n  Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\n  But when it's all over, it's just over\n  No knives or policemen\n\n  ()\n\n  (Krayzie Bone)\n  Now me and her been rollin' together\n  Now for quite some time\n  And she been naggin' a nigga\n  The whole damn ride\n  When I first met the girl\n  Everything was all good\n  She grew up around my way\n  So hey, the love was all hood\n  So I figured it was cool\n  And we could do this\n  And, plus she had a booty\n  That was sicker than lupus\n  I had to scoop it\n  Anyway, we started hangin' out\n  And talkin' on the phone mo'\n  And before you know\n  We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\n  Everything was cool, y'all\n  We had it plain and simple\n  She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\n  More like \"homie-lover-friends\"\n  She said she understand\n  But I can't tell she comprehend\n  'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\n  While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\n  Sneakin' in my pockets\n  Lookin' for numbers in my phone\n  And condoms in my wallet\n  Then she overdid it\n  This bitch pointed a pistol at me\n  Talkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n  'Cause she ain't happy\n  So shit...\n\n  ()\n\n  (Layzie Bone)\n  Little sweet thang\n  She love to floss\n  Clothes to her lip gloss\n  Makin' hard thugs turn soft\n  Lookin' like Diana Ross\n  Slim, sweet and sexy\n  Something like a little sister\n  'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\n  To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\n  I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\n  Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\n  But I was young, so I let her get close to me\n  And I was kinda in love\n  Everyday a nigga wit' her\n  After school a nigga wit' her\n  At the mall takin' pictures\n  All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\n  I'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n  ()\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n  Jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n"},{"id":33787496,"name":"She Got Crazy","trackName":"She Got Crazy","artistName":"Bone thugs n harmony","albumName":"Thug Stories","duration":150.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n(Wish Bone)\nI don't want another insane lover\nCuttin' on my rubber\nHoundin' me just to tell her I love her\nGotta give it to them big butt girls\nThe ones that don't give a fuck\n\"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\nWhen them feelings involved\nNow you playin' with fire\nGotta let 'em know from the gate\nMan, you ain't tellin' no lies\nI just wanna (touch that)\nI just wanna (couple times)\nI just wanna (no ties)\nCan a thugsta hit that there?\nNo need to blow me up one day, we right back here\nDoin' what we do, I see you like that there\nBaby girl, let me just keep this fair\nYou do you and I'll do me\nCan we do it, do it like that?\nKeep it creepin', creepin'\nYes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\nBut when it's all over, it's just over\nNo knives or policemen\n\n()\n\n(Krayzie Bone)\nNow me and her been rollin' together\nNow for quite some time\nAnd she been naggin' a nigga\nThe whole damn ride\nWhen I first met the girl\nEverything was all good\nShe grew up around my way\nSo hey, the love was all hood\nSo I figured it was cool\nAnd we could do this\nAnd, plus she had a booty\nThat was sicker than lupus\nI had to scoop it\nAnyway, we started hangin' out\nAnd talkin' on the phone mo'\nAnd before you know\nWe on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\nEverything was cool, y'all\nWe had it plain and simple\nShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\nMore like \"homie-lover-friends\"\nShe said she understand\nBut I can't tell she comprehend\n'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\nWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\nSneakin' in my pockets\nLookin' for numbers in my phone\nAnd condoms in my wallet\nThen she overdid it\nThis bitch pointed a pistol at me\nTalkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n'Cause she ain't happy\nSo shit...\n\n()\n\n(Layzie Bone)\nLittle sweet thang\nShe love to floss\nClothes to her lip gloss\nMakin' hard thugs turn soft\nLookin' like Diana Ross\nSlim, sweet and sexy\nSomething like a little sister\n'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\nTo be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\nI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\nBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\nBut I was young, so I let her get close to me\nAnd I was kinda in love\nEveryday a nigga wit' her\nAfter school a nigga wit' her\nAt the mall takin' pictures\nAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\nI'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n()\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\nJumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\nI jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: She Got Crazy\n  artist: Bone thugs n harmony\n  album: Thug Stories\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n  (Wish Bone)\n  I don't want another insane lover\n  Cuttin' on my rubber\n  Houndin' me just to tell her I love her\n  Gotta give it to them big butt girls\n  The ones that don't give a fuck\n  \"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\n  When them feelings involved\n  Now you playin' with fire\n  Gotta let 'em know from the gate\n  Man, you ain't tellin' no lies\n  I just wanna (touch that)\n  I just wanna (couple times)\n  I just wanna (no ties)\n  Can a thugsta hit that there?\n  No need to blow me up one day, we right back here\n  Doin' what we do, I see you like that there\n  Baby girl, let me just keep this fair\n  You do you and I'll do me\n  Can we do it, do it like that?\n  Keep it creepin', creepin'\n  Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\n  But when it's all over, it's just over\n  No knives or policemen\n\n  ()\n\n  (Krayzie Bone)\n  Now me and her been rollin' together\n  Now for quite some time\n  And she been naggin' a nigga\n  The whole damn ride\n  When I first met the girl\n  Everything was all good\n  She grew up around my way\n  So hey, the love was all hood\n  So I figured it was cool\n  And we could do this\n  And, plus she had a booty\n  That was sicker than lupus\n  I had to scoop it\n  Anyway, we started hangin' out\n  And talkin' on the phone mo'\n  And before you know\n  We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\n  Everything was cool, y'all\n  We had it plain and simple\n  She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\n  More like \"homie-lover-friends\"\n  She said she understand\n  But I can't tell she comprehend\n  'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\n  While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\n  Sneakin' in my pockets\n  Lookin' for numbers in my phone\n  And condoms in my wallet\n  Then she overdid it\n  This bitch pointed a pistol at me\n  Talkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n  'Cause she ain't happy\n  So shit...\n\n  ()\n\n  (Layzie Bone)\n  Little sweet thang\n  She love to floss\n  Clothes to her lip gloss\n  Makin' hard thugs turn soft\n  Lookin' like Diana Ross\n  Slim, sweet and sexy\n  Something like a little sister\n  'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\n  To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\n  I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\n  Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\n  But I was young, so I let her get close to me\n  And I was kinda in love\n  Everyday a nigga wit' her\n  After school a nigga wit' her\n  At the mall takin' pictures\n  All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\n  I'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n  ()\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n  Jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n"},{"id":37107979,"name":"She Got Crazy","trackName":"She Got Crazy","artistName":"Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony","albumName":"Thug Stories","duration":22.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n(Wish Bone)\nI don't want another insane lover\nCuttin' on my rubber\nHoundin' me just to tell her I love her\nGotta give it to them big butt girls\nThe ones that don't give a fuck\n\"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\nWhen them feelings involved\nNow you playin' with fire\nGotta let 'em know from the gate\nMan, you ain't tellin' no lies\nI just wanna (touch that)\nI just wanna (couple times)\nI just wanna (no ties)\nCan a thugsta hit that there?\nNo need to blow me up one day, we right back here\nDoin' what we do, I see you like that there\nBaby girl, let me just keep this fair\nYou do you and I'll do me\nCan we do it, do it like that?\nKeep it creepin', creepin'\nYes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\nBut when it's all over, it's just over\nNo knives or policemen\n\n()\n\n(Krayzie Bone)\nNow me and her been rollin' together\nNow for quite some time\nAnd she been naggin' a nigga\nThe whole damn ride\nWhen I first met the girl\nEverything was all good\nShe grew up around my way\nSo hey, the love was all hood\nSo I figured it was cool\nAnd we could do this\nAnd, plus she had a booty\nThat was sicker than lupus\nI had to scoop it\nAnyway, we started hangin' out\nAnd talkin' on the phone mo'\nAnd before you know\nWe on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\nEverything was cool, y'all\nWe had it plain and simple\nShe wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\nMore like \"homie-lover-friends\"\nShe said she understand\nBut I can't tell she comprehend\n'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\nWhile I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\nSneakin' in my pockets\nLookin' for numbers in my phone\nAnd condoms in my wallet\nThen she overdid it\nThis bitch pointed a pistol at me\nTalkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n'Cause she ain't happy\nSo shit...\n\n()\n\n(Layzie Bone)\nLittle sweet thang\nShe love to floss\nClothes to her lip gloss\nMakin' hard thugs turn soft\nLookin' like Diana Ross\nSlim, sweet and sexy\nSomething like a little sister\n'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\nTo be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\nI used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\nBack in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\nBut I was young, so I let her get close to me\nAnd I was kinda in love\nEveryday a nigga wit' her\nAfter school a nigga wit' her\nAt the mall takin' pictures\nAll the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\nI'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n()\n'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\nShe ain't even let me hit it\nGot me talkin' about commitment\nGot me climbin' through the window\nWon't even let me get it\nLast thing that she said\nSnapped me back to reality\nWe in the 12th grade\nTalkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\nJumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\nI jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\nBecause she got a little bit crazy\nI don't want no deranged lady\nThat'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: She Got Crazy\n  artist: Bone Thugs‐n‐Harmony\n  album: Thug Stories\n  duration_ms: 22000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n\n  (Wish Bone)\n  I don't want another insane lover\n  Cuttin' on my rubber\n  Houndin' me just to tell her I love her\n  Gotta give it to them big butt girls\n  The ones that don't give a fuck\n  \"Just-wanna-bust-nut\" girls\n  When them feelings involved\n  Now you playin' with fire\n  Gotta let 'em know from the gate\n  Man, you ain't tellin' no lies\n  I just wanna (touch that)\n  I just wanna (couple times)\n  I just wanna (no ties)\n  Can a thugsta hit that there?\n  No need to blow me up one day, we right back here\n  Doin' what we do, I see you like that there\n  Baby girl, let me just keep this fair\n  You do you and I'll do me\n  Can we do it, do it like that?\n  Keep it creepin', creepin'\n  Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin'\n  But when it's all over, it's just over\n  No knives or policemen\n\n  ()\n\n  (Krayzie Bone)\n  Now me and her been rollin' together\n  Now for quite some time\n  And she been naggin' a nigga\n  The whole damn ride\n  When I first met the girl\n  Everything was all good\n  She grew up around my way\n  So hey, the love was all hood\n  So I figured it was cool\n  And we could do this\n  And, plus she had a booty\n  That was sicker than lupus\n  I had to scoop it\n  Anyway, we started hangin' out\n  And talkin' on the phone mo'\n  And before you know\n  We on her floor doin' the Grown Folk\n  Everything was cool, y'all\n  We had it plain and simple\n  She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man\n  More like \"homie-lover-friends\"\n  She said she understand\n  But I can't tell she comprehend\n  'Cause she keyin' on my Benz\n  While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me\n  Sneakin' in my pockets\n  Lookin' for numbers in my phone\n  And condoms in my wallet\n  Then she overdid it\n  This bitch pointed a pistol at me\n  Talkin' about \"We need to talk\"\n  'Cause she ain't happy\n  So shit...\n\n  ()\n\n  (Layzie Bone)\n  Little sweet thang\n  She love to floss\n  Clothes to her lip gloss\n  Makin' hard thugs turn soft\n  Lookin' like Diana Ross\n  Slim, sweet and sexy\n  Something like a little sister\n  'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn)\n  To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass\n  I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class\n  Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee\n  But I was young, so I let her get close to me\n  And I was kinda in love\n  Everyday a nigga wit' her\n  After school a nigga wit' her\n  At the mall takin' pictures\n  All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group\n  I'm out here missin' my rehearsals\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n\n  ()\n  'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots\n  She ain't even let me hit it\n  Got me talkin' about commitment\n  Got me climbin' through the window\n  Won't even let me get it\n  Last thing that she said\n  Snapped me back to reality\n  We in the 12th grade\n  Talkin' about \"you wanna marry me?\"\n  Jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n  I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door\n  Because she got a little bit crazy\n  I don't want no deranged lady\n  That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies.\n"}]