Papa Crazy

Crazy, papa crazy

Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam"

Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab

He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude

And then to put it to you straight he's crazy, lazy and rude

His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not

Not to mention 'bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht

He never gave me a dime or even spent some time

And that's why I had to cold write this rhyme, about

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy

Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill

Yeah, my daddy got a Caddy, funky, fresh Seville

He got diamonds and furs, for his and hers

And a cat in the hat, that just chills and purrs

Now he eats and grubs and rocks beats at clubs

While mama makin' nothin', while she sweeps and rubs

You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid?

Well the last that asked, got sprayed and laid, because

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy

Papa hang with crazy, people crazy, times of the night

Runnin' 'round with crazy women, but but that's alright, because

Papa crazy, papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy

Yo, run, my papa was crazy, crazy as can be

And my mama said that he left me, when I was three

But my mama never told me he was out of his mind

Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime

He didn't care where he slept or where his clothes were kept

He was so in debt, somebody broke his neck

And on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave

That, papa died a bum, but he died brave, because

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy