Wrecko - Caught Madness lyrics

((THIS version provided with speech to text ware)) I got sat down on a curb like I had a sack of that herb King had a dream man my nightmare' so absurd I felt like Maceo with no nextel chirp Straight out' da pot make that -- go bezerk I' been ballin like I'm too short Gotta get my ups I won't even front you new port They hip you to the game We gon' make this here your new sport Just shipped in some paint We gon' stack this for your new court This ain't the Ruckers but they court It be madness like march They run a play off my chart Then they say when you start Don't want a Lamborghini and I don't want a Porsche Let's say that'll cramp my style I grew up with a fort They say that I just be humming like tryna save my voice I don't eat calamari That there's just a choice Scoot yo' -- over Me and my folk been sending them over like we' playing red rover Stand up it ain't a thang I'll sell a dead cobra Y'all be rocking alligators I should hit you with the yola Sick wit it vitamin e to that bola I meant Boca man I make that -- loca I think they' missing bread like their diet' low carb It's ok we' always on When yo' show start I guess they say they' saving up Always on shots rang out We ain't even have to duck Like we ain't never gave a ---- Tipping in the middle of the court Come and match with us This ain't the Ruckers but they court It be madness like march They run a play off my chart Then they say when you start This ain't the Ruckers but they court It be madness like mart They run a play off my chart Then they say when you start ((THIS version of Wrecko's “Caught Madness” provided with speech to text ware))