[Intro: D-1 & STU]
D-1: Man, I need to holla at you homie
(STU: What's going on?)
D-1: You remember the girl you hooked me up with, right?
(STU: The one with the big-)
D-1: Yea, the one with a sister man (Uhu) Why you didn't tell me your girl was crazy dog
(STU: She crazy?)
D-1: Man, let me tell you something man, this is the second time this month she done put my tires on flash, busted out my car windows, call my phone all crazy, showing up in a n***a's (?) and sh**, man I don't appreciate that dog. I'm feeling I'mma get a restraining order on this, for real
[Verse 1: K-Rino]
Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire
The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires
When it's peaceful she be bored but when it's drama she love it
The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public
No matter what you try to do for, it ain't no pleasing
First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason
You in your car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you
She'll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you
It be seeming like she drunk man but really she's sober
The kind that start cussing the laws out when y'all getting pulled over
Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low
Might see a chick that she don't even know and go "I hate that ho"
The kind who argue all night and always think she right
The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn't even fight
She got a case she on probation and still won't quit
The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some sh**
And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her
And got three or four crazy home girls that arrive with her
Try and leave her, she'll sabotage your whole situation
Go online and dig up all your personal information
Accusing you of things you didn't do to start drama
The kind of chick that bet. not ever introduce to your mama
If you try to break up with her but you married with kids
She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y'all did
She'll infiltrate your stash and bleed your cash
And if you mess around and get her pregnant, debts your a**
But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex
Cause everybody know that's crazy woman got the best s**
Yeah
[Break: Female]
Burning your clothes, n***a you ain't have nothing but some three dollar t-shirts and some over the counter Air-Force Sevens
Not Air-Force Ones, Air-Force Sevens. And about the s**, you have to be talking about mine, cause I got a hundred ninety nine dollar dil*o that will make you go gay. And while you bumping your goin see your partners, tell 'em this, I took your head triple platinum in a week's time
b**boo K.T., I holler
[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Crazy dude so in love he throwed off in the dome
Hiding in the bushes waiting on your a** to get home
He handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know
Going to jail is routine like a trip to the corner store
And even if the cops around you, you don't feel protected
If he don't threaten you at least once a day you feel neglected
The type of dude to fight your daddy and ain't scared of the laws
That'll pop up at your front door with a robe and some drawz
You see him walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind
Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying
The kind you couldn't run away from if you move to Iraq
And that restraining order you filed on him don't mean jack
Fatal attraction to the third power you wish you could leave
He'll go agg. and physically drag you out the club by your weave
All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder
The ones that threaten to k** they-self, when you tell him it's over
Told you he loved you the first day that y'all started talking
Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y'all walking
Twenty-five eight he constantly around your a**
Changing number and move two times still found your a**
Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence
Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes
He real jealous, any trust he tried to show you is phony
And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies
He knows street fighting, Tae-bo, kung-fu and karate
And if he catch you out of line, he goin k** everybody
But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said
Cause he be tearing your little a** up when he gets you in bed