[{"id":9326927,"name":"Lil Crazy","trackName":"Lil Crazy","artistName":"Erick Sermon","albumName":"No Pressure","duration":263.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Erick Sermon)\nHey young world, one two, one two\nCheck it out y'all\nUhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house\nE Double's in the house with Def Squad\non the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo\n\nMic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around\nand Humpin' Around like Bobby Brown across town\nI ain't with that, so don't cramp my style\nStep off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee\nYo how could you ask what I'm doin\nwhen I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and\nMy input brings vibes unknown like E.T.\nMakes me phone home to my family\nCling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame\nthan Batman played by Michael Keaton\nI crossed over, let me name someone that's black\nwith fame, and pockets that are fat\nHeyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one\nPacks a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's\nOut the window, I look for a punk to get stupid\nso I can shoot his ass like Cupid\nE 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo\nHere to bust out the funky single\nAhh shit, there goes my pager\nI'll see you later, because yo\n\nChorus: Erick Sermon\n\nEvery now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)\n\n(Shadz of Lingo - 1)\nOne two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real\nYo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe\nYes yes, never fessed or settled for less\nOne clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest\nfrom the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY\nTook the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday\nThe funk is flowin to the maximum\nfrom the E Double, while I kick the facts to them\nCheck a chill brother with class, rough enough\nto run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass\nGrip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real\nand don't give a motherfuck how you feel\nThinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it\nAin't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it\nThe big nigga with the bud and I'm on that\nE kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that\n\nChorus\n\n(Shadz of Lingo - 2)\nYo it's the Lingo of the Shadz\nDroppin that mellow but mad mackadocious\nmelodious metaphorical music with mo' shit\nthat you used to, and stylin that you ain't\nWhat else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?\n{*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin\nA soundman's body turnin up every weekend\nSome think I done the killin, you know I can't remember\nI can't recall a full week since this past December\nAnd mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em\nYo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em\nBut don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words\nto hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER\nRun {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}\nThe hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}\nDodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}\nbrings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}\nLet me go . no . yo, I'm straight {straight}\nChill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}\nCross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}\nwhere's the {where's the} soundman\nTell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}\ncause {cause}\n\nChorus\n\n(Erick Sermon)\nHey young world\nCheck me out, check me, check me out\nHey young world\nNew York's in the house\nDef Squad's in the motherfuckin, house\nNew York's in the motherfuckin, house\nRowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house\nDef Squad's in the motherfuckin, house\nE.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)\nShadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house\nPeace. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)\nWord","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Lil Crazy\n  artist: Erick Sermon\n  album: No Pressure\n  duration_ms: 263000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Erick Sermon)\n  Hey young world, one two, one two\n  Check it out y'all\n  Uhh, Shadz of Lingo in the house\n  E Double's in the house with Def Squad\n  on the funky fresh track with Shadz of Lingo\n\n  Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around\n  and Humpin' Around like Bobby Brown across town\n  I ain't with that, so don't cramp my style\n  Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee\n  Yo how could you ask what I'm doin\n  when I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my crew and\n  My input brings vibes unknown like E.T.\n  Makes me phone home to my family\n  Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame\n  than Batman played by Michael Keaton\n  I crossed over, let me name someone that's black\n  with fame, and pockets that are fat\n  Heyyy, Erick Sermon, he's one\n  Packs a gun, that's bigger than Malcolm's\n  Out the window, I look for a punk to get stupid\n  so I can shoot his ass like Cupid\n  E 2 bingos, down with the Shadz of Lingo\n  Here to bust out the funky single\n  Ahh shit, there goes my pager\n  I'll see you later, because yo\n\n  Chorus: Erick Sermon\n\n  Every now and then, I get a little crazy (4X)\n\n  (Shadz of Lingo - 1)\n  One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the real\n  Yo I pack much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe\n  Yes yes, never fessed or settled for less\n  One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest\n  from the A.K., somebody scream MAYDAY\n  Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a payday\n  The funk is flowin to the maximum\n  from the E Double, while I kick the facts to them\n  Check a chill brother with class, rough enough\n  to run up and snatch the spine out a niggaz ass\n  Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real\n  and don't give a motherfuck how you feel\n  Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it\n  Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it\n  The big nigga with the bud and I'm on that\n  E kick the beat and yo you shoulda known that\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Shadz of Lingo - 2)\n  Yo it's the Lingo of the Shadz\n  Droppin that mellow but mad mackadocious\n  melodious metaphorical music with mo' shit\n  that you used to, and stylin that you ain't\n  What else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?\n  {*feedback*} Oh no, there's my mic squeakin\n  A soundman's body turnin up every weekend\n  Some think I done the killin, you know I can't remember\n  I can't recall a full week since this past December\n  And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to touch em\n  Yo Al. B catch the buddha lightin torches, I'ma bust em\n  But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words\n  to hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout MURDER\n  Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}\n  The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}\n  Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}\n  brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}\n  Let me go . no . yo, I'm straight {straight}\n  Chill {chill}, yo I need AUHHHH, air, wait {wait}\n  Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}\n  where's the {where's the} soundman\n  Tell me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}\n  cause {cause}\n\n  Chorus\n\n  (Erick Sermon)\n  Hey young world\n  Check me out, check me, check me out\n  Hey young world\n  New York's in the house\n  Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house\n  New York's in the motherfuckin, house\n  Rowdy Records in the motherfuckin, house\n  Def Squad's in the motherfuckin, house\n  E.D.'s in the motherfuckin house (Def Jam boy)\n  Shadz of Lingo in the motherfuckin house\n  Peace. and we out (Russell Simmons boy)\n  Word\n"}]