Go Crazy (Remix)

Yeah dopeboy, this is the official hustler's anthem
You gettin' money, throw it in the air

Guess who's bizzack?
Still smell the blow in my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme, I was cookin' them O's (cookin' them O's)
Like horse shoes, I was tossin' them O's
Time to re-up, gotta recycle the flow ('cycle the flow)
I'm emotional, I hug the block (ay)
I'm so emotional, I love my Glock

Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
Bought the scrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yep)
It's kinda hard to be drug-free
When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free
Switch hustle, been killin' 'em ever since (since)
It pay to tell the truth dawg, it only makes sense

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar, then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thing (hey)

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
Pop the collar, then you swing your chain
For all the gangstas in the street that be doin' their thing (hey)

Buy 18 the hard way (let's get it)
And have a humble nigga thinkin' about gun play (yeah)
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns?
A lot of holes, a lot of blood dawg, the shit ain't fun (nope)

So I suggest you don't play with my chains
I'll send these hollows at ya, let 'em play with ya brain (that's right)
These streets is watchin', the name is warm
The product's white, a star is born (yeah)

Pimpin', I'm so fly
If I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (damn)
Wrap the work like spandex with the latex (yeah)
Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (hey)

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar, then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thing (hey)

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
Pop the collar, then you swing your chain
For all the gangstas in the street that be doin' their thing (hey)

Uh, more than a hustler, I'm the definition of it
Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard
More than a street legend, homie, it's Hova
More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer

The Mariano of the Mariott, ah
If money talks, the whole world's bout to hear me out
See I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money, my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z blue

Don't follow me young'n, follow my moves, I'm not a role model
A bad influence got the world drinkin' gold bottles
When Puff was in that tub spillin' Mo'
I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat
In my lifetime, nigga, go through your research
St. Thomas my nigga, that was me first
Chrome shoe'd the GS, I came feet first
In the game like a baby born to breach birth
I got the keys if you need work
I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time (uh)

My niggas love it when I talk like this
My corporate people start buggin' 'cause I talk like this
The corporate thugs is like, "Nah Hov, talk that shit"
The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy, "Jay-Z"

See, I'm a 80s baby, mastered Reaganomics
School of Hard Knocks, every day is college
You ain't did nothin' I ain't did, nigga, pay homage
Or pay the doctor, I sprayed Lami's still

The time will reveal, you know I'm bein' honest
You ain't put my coat yet, and I keep my shit in coat check
They say the truth shall come to the light
So everybody grab your shades 'cause your boy that bright

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my collar, then I swing my chain
You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doin' my thing (hey)

When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (yeah)
And watch the dope boys go crazy
Pop the collar then you swing your chain
For all the gangstas in the street that be doin' they thing (hey)



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Don Cannon, Jay W. Jenkins, Ben Krass
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