Craziest (Salaam Remi Main Mix)
Booty, booty, booty, booty, booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty
Go put the booty by me, push it to the house
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties, but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality through galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
Witto Chain, representing penitentiaries
From Roman town to Bordentown
From New York to Hilltown and all you know from Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting constructing, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best, shit since fucking
Strucking by an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more shit, to more shit, it's the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump, pumping me up (hey!)
Jersey niggas, are the craziest
New York niggas, are the craziest (oh!)
D.C niggas, are the craziest (yeah)
Philly niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
L.A niggas, are the craziest (oh!)
Chi' Town niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Texas niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Utah niggas, are the craziest
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust
You call yourself calling my bluff, enough's enough
I'm putting it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
My skills, niggas I been rocking since Lee Twillz
And we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test, but only stress is what you'll find thinking
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinking
The sleeping MC I eat like, "Good 'n' plenty"
Lyrically spanking ya, that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin with no lying professor
They begin when Vin, pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
With 13 years experience of ripping mics put in our hands (yeah!)
Detroit niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Miami niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Little Rock niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Oak Town niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
I got barbarians to bogard me in, at a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like barbarian born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back, I brawl and band from brains to balls
The boots word ta-burr-bam-boo, break the loot
Blowing up brain cells, "Boom", like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit, with the flavor Ca Shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki, but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling, if our tape ain't what ya ride with
Niggas snipe shit, so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout to take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumping then don't pump it
I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta, 'cause he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts, I rock it
And from now on, if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets (yeah!)
Cleveland niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Carolina Niggas are the craziest (yeah!)
Virginia niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Kentucky niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
St. Louis niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Atlanta niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Maryland niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
San Diego niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Seattle niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Boston niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Hilltown niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Zoo Crew niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Jersey City niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
All my New York niggas, are the craziest (aah!)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
(What are you talking about?)
(I'm about that type of shit)
(I'm freaking out, stop it now, y'all)
(What is it?)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house?)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Go put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Go put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
Booty, booty, booty, booty
Booty, booty, booty, booty
Go put the booty by me, push it to the house
My thoughts are thundering, tumbling
Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling to mumbling
You ain't a pal of me, my family ties, but not with Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality through galaxies
Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of weed
Witto Chain, representing penitentiaries
From Roman town to Bordentown
From New York to Hilltown and all you know from Lifers, Rikers to Folsom
Wasn't driving too fast, I was flying too low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening too slow
I'm abrupting constructing, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best, shit since fucking
Strucking by an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more shit, to more shit, it's the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking to hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump, pumping me up (hey!)
Jersey niggas, are the craziest
New York niggas, are the craziest (oh!)
D.C niggas, are the craziest (yeah)
Philly niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
L.A niggas, are the craziest (oh!)
Chi' Town niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Texas niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Utah niggas, are the craziest
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust
You call yourself calling my bluff, enough's enough
I'm putting it down on the real end
This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
My skills, niggas I been rocking since Lee Twillz
And we feel that we build careers of steel
So all the rest come up and test, but only stress is what you'll find thinking
Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinking
The sleeping MC I eat like, "Good 'n' plenty"
Lyrically spanking ya, that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
Young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin with no lying professor
They begin when Vin, pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
With 13 years experience of ripping mics put in our hands (yeah!)
Detroit niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Miami niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Little Rock niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Oak Town niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
I got barbarians to bogard me in, at a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like barbarian born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back, I brawl and band from brains to balls
The boots word ta-burr-bam-boo, break the loot
Blowing up brain cells, "Boom", like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit, with the flavor Ca Shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki, but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling, if our tape ain't what ya ride with
Niggas snipe shit, so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout to take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumping then don't pump it
I'm hittin' Jermaine in Atlanta, 'cause he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts, I rock it
And from now on, if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets (yeah!)
Cleveland niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Carolina Niggas are the craziest (yeah!)
Virginia niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Kentucky niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
St. Louis niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Atlanta niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Maryland niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
San Diego niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Seattle niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Boston niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Hilltown niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Zoo Crew niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
Jersey City niggas, are the craziest (yeah!)
All my New York niggas, are the craziest (aah!)
(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
(What are you talking about?)
(I'm about that type of shit)
(I'm freaking out, stop it now, y'all)
(What is it?)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house?)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Go put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Go put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Put the booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
(Booty by me, push it to the house) (to the house)
Credits
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Anthony Shawn Criss, Charles W. Wright, Vincent E. Brown
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