Actin Crazy

Yeah!

Uh!

Opportunity be knocking

Let a motherfucker in

Opportunity be knocking

You gotta let a motherfucker in

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a ting, I got it covered

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? (Crazy)

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? (Why?)

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? (Uh!)

Ma, you know I'm still your little baby

All my life I was a fuck up, now I pull the truck up

Same bitch stuck up, now she wanna suck us

See me hanging out the window screaming what, what?

No more tough luck

A different cloth is what I'm cut from

Baby, oh my lord

The cops chasin' Bronson in an all white Ford

Shit, I'm on that all night tour

Bitch, I'm alright, but I'm off that raw

I'm in a robe dancing salsa on the top floor

You would swear I'm Puerto Rican, but I'm not, Lord

Hot hoes, every city that we go, singing

"Heads high, kill 'em wit' they know!"

Uh, all I do is eat oysters

And speak six languages in three voices

It's Adriatic Summers on the samples

Don't even try to call, I'm not available for nothing

Unless it's stupid paper, hop out the Studebaker

With Anita Baker

Uh!

Opportunity be knocking

You gotta let a motherfucker in

I kiss my mother on the cheek, tell her that I love her

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a ting, I got it covered

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy? c

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?

Ma, you know I'm still you little baby

Uh!

I feel so alive I think I shit myself

I should kiss myself

I'm staring at the man inside the mirror

The reflection shows a wolf though

Goddamn I'm still cute hoe (Yeah!)

All my women play the flute (Flute)

Saw me plate some melon and prosciutt'

Left handed, make the Fender cry

Count money with a reverend's smile and devil's eye

Half-Cherokee and Gemini, (Uh)

Motherfuckers are Dumb Pete from Jump Street

And turn your chest plate to lunch meat

I'm in a Humvee, looking like a young me

Now these motherfuckers all wanna be chubby

I switch the season, now the hair's curled

Tan skin, I need a bad girl

'Cause James Brown said It's a Man's World

In a Transam Twirl

The burner handle made of pearl

That's just daddy's little girl

Opportunity be knocking (Knocking)

You gotta let a motherfucker in (Let a motherfucker in)

I kiss my mother on the cheek (Uh!), tell her that I love her (Uh!)

You ain't gotta worry 'bout a ting, I got it covered (That's right)

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?

Why you think I'm out there actin' crazy?

Ma, you know I'm still you little baby

Opportunity be knocking (Knocking)

Let, let a motherfucker in (Let that bitch in son)

Opportunity be knocking (Uh!)

Let, let the motherfucker in (Let a motherfucker in)

Uh!

Please!

Sweet!

Mr. Baklava

Ain't tryin' to be broke