Papa Crazy

                                  Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, ma'am"

Eatin filet mignon, lobster tails and crab

He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude

And then to put it to you straight he's crazy lazy and rude

His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not

Not to mention bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht

He never gave me a dime or even spent, some time

And that's why I had to cold write this rhyme about..



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Jam Master scratch "papa was", Run-D.M.C. "papa crazy", "crazy" [Repeat x2]



Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill

Yeah my daddy got a Caddy funky fresh Seville

He got diamonds and furs, for his and hers

And a cat, in the hat that just, chills and purrs

Now he eats and grubs, and rocks beats at clubs

While mama makin' nothin' while she sweeps, and rubs

You want to know about his dough, how he got paid

Well the last, that asked, got sprayed, and laid, because



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Papa hang with crazy people crazy times of the night

Runnin round with crazy women but but that's alright, because



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Yo Run my papa was crazy, crazy as can be

And my mama said that he left ME when I was three

But my mama never told me he was out of his mind

Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime

He didn't care where he slept, or where his clothes were kept

He was so in debt somebody broke his neck

And on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave

That "Papa died a bum, but he died brave," because



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