Shootyz Groove - The Craze Lyrics

What do you know about me, Jack?
You see I crawl in the night
Underneath all the hype
Then I step to the light
So let it shine
Mutha f*cka, are you blind?
Check out my rhyme
F*ckin’ up your mind
Diggin’ in your soul
With the rock n’ roll
Crazy mutha f*cka’s go “blow, blow, blow”
Here we go
What do you know about this?
You know the face in the crowd
Or my name on a list
But are you down? No.
In fact, I think you’re sweatin’
My lifestyle, money
So yo, sucka, keep steppin’
And let me crawl into your mind
With the meanin’
Kinda like crack, and I got the brother’s feindin’
For a taste, so go ahead
And take your best shot
But don’t burn yourself, cause it might be hot

So there it is
Rollin’ like a rebel
I’m a no good, hard core, stone cold devil

The craze, the craze
Yo, we got the craze
Puttin’ brothers in a daze
Leavin’ people in a haze
With the craze, the craze
The mutha f*ckin’ craze
Figured out a way
From way back in the days

Now check the way I kick it
Cause the verbs, they come explicit
If you talk about my tribe
The j.i.v.e. becomes alive
So back off
Relax, understood? Understand.
Pump your fist, wave your hand
Cause we really don’t give a damn
Slow your head
Or you’ll wind up like a dead man
Understand that I’m the mutha f*ckin’ man
Cause see, I got the craze
And Shootyz got the groove
My mind is on a level
But I’m horny like a devil
But my soul keeps freakin’
Status keeps creepin’
Risin’, surprisin’
The crowd we’re energizin’
Blowin’ up in smoke
And the craze is no joke
Well I’m bustin’ loose
On the caboose
I’m bustin’ loose on the caboose
With a mic check
You don’t get it, you do not comprehend
With the truth that I know
Is my records goin’ gold
And the rap and the roll
And the new and the old school
Got the craze, yo
We’re blowin’ up in ’94
We got the craze, yo
Everybody, everybody got the craze, yo
One time, for your mind
Got the craze, yo

There it is, there it is
Rollin’ like a rebel
I’m a no good, hard core, stone cold devil

The craze, the craze
Yo, we got the craze
Puttin’ brothers in a daze
Leavin’ people in a haze
With the craze, the craze
The mutha f*ckin’ craze
Figured out a way
From way back in the days

Had the craze
From the days of the crib, kid
Once a mellow brother
But, yo, now I’m gettin’ wicked
And you could stick it
Back into the socket
Schemin’ on the papes
And then I put it in my pocket
Throw your hands up
Give a man his props, bro
Now I’m makin’ dough
So, people, whatcha know?

The craze, the craze
Yo, we got the craze
Puttin’ brothers in a daze
Leavin’ people in a haze
With the craze, the craze
The mutha f*ckin’ craze
Figured out a way
From way back in the days