SINGER: Crazy Town

SONG:Think Fast

You know that bitch baby he's talking shit about our clique but he don't crazy/ you see the writing on my dick/ you know that trick ,tracy/ yeah, she's making me sick/ living that life/ we used to do the same shit/ shit gets drastic some kids need help some need there ass kicked/ and some would never learn to earn there own way living of their daddy had he not been rich/ they'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch/ you gotta change your tune or change your pitch/ because life ain't easy man/ life's a bitch/ shit is harder than hard about as hard can get/ keep on going were you're headed you's alive to regret it/ yes it hurts/ to face the truth and realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose if things ain't like they ought to be/ you 've got to think fast/ the aftermath/ of your actions whiplash.
I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel/ thinking they're going to peel/my niggas cap/ roaming the streets with black hats/ chrome straps/ sipping on brew/ ready to react/ of any nigga they see that nigga could be me/capital i.c.e./ got a muther fucking .357 to put eleven holes in their chest/ thinking they could test/ a real riderfrom the west/
I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and the ghettos' been good to me/ but you've got to take precautions/ brothers get got what they least/ expect it or neglect it/ you'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection/ nowadays you got to pull shit/ haters on some bullshit/ jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip/ if your tool spits/ shake the spot or get your duck on/ cause if you press your luck on/ stupid is what you're stuck on.
That girl shelia got a daugter/ she be clubbing every night/ shelia had her daughter young sstll that just ain't right/ plus she rides the white horse/ she used to ride my pony if i hit it now, i'd break it/ 'cause sheila's just too bony. s
Smoking speed released the lions/i'm not lying i'm not sober/ i'm still tryingh hiding the truth/ with substitutes a hundred proof/ a fuck up. face it/ one of l.a.'s wasted youth/ label me as an enemy of the lost star/ my family's not too happy with the trouble that i've caused/ see we be breaking the law/ somking on non-menthols thinking fast so i'm ready for any all out brawls/ and ya. brothers get your hustle on/ ballers and get your shit tight/ house parties get shot up/ and turned up before midnight/ drive-bys and fistfights/zig zag and crack pipes/ there's a fifty fifty chance/ that tonight will be your last night.