Crazy
Obie Trice Lyrics


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They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me

Trice is the truth, puncture your roof
If what I enunciate ain't gettin through you
Listen nigga, School Craft raised me
Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fuckin play with me
I got the K covered up in the back
Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped
Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene
I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back
With a bad bitch Italian and black
They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks
Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at
Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
Supposed to, I'm a muh'fuckin thug
But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck
First nigga play me, light his ass up

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me

Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me
So O abide by the code on the daily
Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
'Cause I live like unrealistically
Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me
underneath the soil
Ain't no future in your frontin, nigga I'm Detroit loyal

Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy
Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that
'Til I get more "Whassup's" than Martin
Get drunk, come through, bust up the party
Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice
You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me

Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
Bodies start droppin, disappearin
Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up
Ain't no comin back from that bruh
Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag
Give a fuck what neighborhood you at
What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin
Lord knows someone family's sufferin
And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef
I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G
But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E
Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus
These demons keep chasin me
Get away from me, or the AK speaks
No wonder why they see him as a freak
Say he crazy, in the muh'fuckin street

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts




Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Obie Trice's song "Crazy" talk about the rapper's reputation as a tough and unpredictable figure from Detroit. He dismisses the label of "crazy," citing his natural inclination to protect himself and the people close to him. The opening lines undercut the accusation, showing Trice's nonchalance as he drinks his Goose and carries a 40. He acknowledges that he could shoot someone if provoked, but he asserts that he is not the aggressor.


Trice then goes on to describe his upbringing in the School Craft area of Detroit, where he learned to be tough and not tolerate disrespect. He brags about carrying a gun and having cash to spare, but he insists that it's all part of his normal life rather than a pose. Trice directs his bravado at anyone who doubts him, including fellow rappers who might think they're superior. He and his friend Breed form a fearsome duo in the studio and the streets, ready to take on anyone who crosses them.


The chorus repeats the claim that Trice is "crazy," but he frames it as a compliment rather than a criticism. He revels in the mystique that his toughness and recklessness create, and he dares anyone to challenge him. The second verse returns to the theme of violence and warns against anyone foolish enough to start a war with Trice or his crew. He disavows any particular association or loyalty, only that to his hometown of Detroit. The song ends with the repeated chorus, emphasizing the theme of Trice's unpredictable nature.


Line by Line Meaning

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
People call me crazy and I don't care.


Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
I'm drinking Grey Goose and have a 40 in my pocket.


Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
I'm willing to kill if necessary.


'Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me
People judge me without knowing the real me.


Trice is the truth, puncture your roof
I'm truthful and will hurt my enemies.


If what I enunciate ain't gettin through you
If you're not understanding what I'm saying, I'll hurt you.


Listen nigga, School Craft raised me
I'm from School Craft and it made me who I am.


Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fuckin play with me
Don't mess with me.


I got the K covered up in the back
I have a gun covered in the back of my car.


Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped
I always have a pistol on me.


Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
I always carry a lot of money.


I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene
I'm not pretending, this is real life for me.


I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back
I show up and people take notice.


With a bad bitch Italian and black
I'm with a hot girl who is of Italian and black descent.


They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks
People take pictures of us without looking twice.


Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at
I go through the club calmly, looking for the VIP area.


Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
I go under the bridge, hiding my car.


Supposed to, I'm a muh'fuckin thug
I'm supposed to be a tough guy.


But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck
People call me crazy because I don't care about their opinions.


First nigga play me, light his ass up
If someone messes with me, I'll hurt them badly.


Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me
The hood influenced who I am today.


So O abide by the code on the daily
I follow the rules of the streets every day.


Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
People misunderstand me a lot.


'Cause I live like unrealistically
I live in an unrealistic way.


Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
My friend Breed is with me in the recording booth.


Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me
I'll always represent Detroit.


Ain't no future in your frontin, nigga I'm Detroit loyal
There's no point in pretending, I'm loyal to Detroit.


Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy
I don't need martial arts, I'm crazy enough to fight.


Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
I'll hit you so hard that you'll feel lazy afterward.


Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
I'm going all in, and you better believe it.


Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that
I'll take what I want and get behind you if I need to.


'Til I get more "Whassup's" than Martin
I want people to recognize me more than they recognize Martin Lawrence.


Get drunk, come through, bust up the party
I'll come to your party drunk and mess it up.


Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice
Tonight, Breed and I will do something crazy.


You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right
You're right, we're crazy.


Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
People say I need medication because I'm good with guns.


Bodies start droppin, disappearin
People start dying and disappearing when I'm involved.


Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up
People get angry and lose control around me.


Ain't no comin back from that bruh
Once you're involved with me, there's no turning back.


Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag
Sometimes bad things happen, like someone getting killed.


Give a fuck what neighborhood you at
I don't care where you're from.


What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin
I don't care who you like, I'll shoot at you if necessary.


Lord knows someone family's sufferin
Families suffer when someone gets hurt or dies.


And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef
I won't start a fight, but I'll finish it.


I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G
I'm relaxed, I don't have a problem with anyone.


But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E
If someone messes with me, they'll regret it.


Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus
If someone messes with me, they might end up dead.


These demons keep chasin me
I have a lot of problems that won't go away.


Get away from me, or the AK speaks
Leave me alone, or I'll shoot you with my AK-47.


No wonder why they see him as a freak
People think I'm weird because of how I act and talk.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brian Burton, Gian Reverberi, Gianfranco Reverberi, Thomas Callaway

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