RUN-D. M.C. lyrics - Papa Crazy

Papa...P-P-P-P-Papa

Papa was...Papa Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy



Now Papa don't give a damn

Or saying thank you ma'am

Eating fillet 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 about his mansion

And his big old 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...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy



Now papa living like a rich man up on the hill

Yeah, my daddy gotta 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, then rocks beats at clubs

While mamma making nuthin' while she sweeps and rubs

You want to know about his dough, how he got paid

Well, the labs, (the ass), got sprayed (and laid) because



Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy



Papa hang with (crazy) people (crazy) times of the night

Running 'round with (crazy) women, b-b-b-but that's alright because



Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy



Yo Run my papa was crazy, crazy as can be

And my mamma said that he left me when I was three

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

Drinking wine all the time, never earning a dime

He didn't care where he slept, or where his clothes where 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 got brave because



Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy

Papa was...Papa Crazy

Papa was...Crazy



Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa Crazy



Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa Crazy

Papa...Papa Crazy

Papa Crazy