You make me turn so crazy (Yes)
No me puedo controlar (uh,uh)
Si tengo mi mente lazy
A veces quiero fumar (Yeah, yeah)
You make me turn so crazy (Yes)
Solamente quiero yo fumar
De lo que pone mi mente lazy (uh,uh)
So I can touch the sky
“Boom, bye, bye”
Otro Batty Boy mate
No juego con juguete de Mattel
Mendoza tira reggae a la pretty girl
Dance gial, come gial
Con tu hombre
How’d you get me wild?
Con tu glamorous stylе
Nena come (Come!)
And just likе a blunt get me high
Te vi bailando en el dancehall mikeando
Para ser la campeona concursando
Muchos se matan porque estas ganando
Pero no
Vas a jugar con Cejon
“Lary-Lary!”
f#ck everybody in this party
Si mi girl
Naughty come shatty
Blah! How’d you like me now?
El Cejon con el crazy style
Here we go
You make me turn so crazy
No me puedo controlar
Si tengo mi mente lazy
A veces quiero volar (Woooo)
You make me turn so crazy (Yes)
Solamente quiero yo fumar
De lo que pone mi mente lazy
So I can touch the sky
Ando con la TEC-9 y tambien con la AK
“Vela-ah, vela-ah”
Cazando enemigo
Causando matanza “vela-ah, vela-ah”
Anda y sacala
Indica y azotala “vela-ah; vela-ah”
Si no me matas te mato
Y esa es la moda
Yes, Well
Original es mi ranking
Keep understanding, “Ranking”
Call me the ganja in the ranking (Mad)
Tu no tienes lirica solida
Para apagarme es dificil (okay)
Apagarme tu quieres (Po! Po!)
Ganas me tienes, “nene”
En esta guerra te mueres, mueres
Vidas que van y que vienen (Woooo)
Cosas que pasan and you’re not understanding
Muchachos anda y sacala
Pica y azotala, usala
Luego huye para Florida o Panama
Porque no huyes para Canada
Porque en Jamaica estoy fumando ganja (ganja)
Ando con la TEC-9 y tambien con la AK
“Vela-ah, vela-ah”
Cazando enemigo
Causando matanza “vela-ah, vela-ah”
Anda y sacala
Inica y azotala “vela-ah; vela-ah”
Si no me matas te mato
Y esa es la moda
Yes, Well, So!
You make me turn so crazy
No me puedo controlar
Si tengo mi mente lazy
A veces quiero volar
You make me turn so crazy
Solamente quiero yo fumar
De lo que pone mi mente lazy
So I can touch the sky
Yo activo mi Voz with the beat
MC Cassidy-D
Check my own style
What I get from the Industry
Three!
Always in the place to be
Funky
Like the okey-dokey
El que canta es MC Cassidy
Y representa
Aquí en Puerto Rico
México, Estados Unidos
MC Cassidy
Moviéndose como kilos
“Blah, blah, blah” tanta baba que hablas
Ya me jartas
No hay pasta
Y a tu lata “Ow” (ow) “Now” (now)
Gritan m#th*rf#ck*rs
When my guns goes “Plow” (plow)
So get back vampiras
Diggidi-spagga de mi liga
Y cuando yo canto
Ccantante que dan la liga se retiran (woo)
Y los dejo en coma
Cuando mi lírica explota
Como la bomba de Oklahoma
Pendejo, retrocede “Blah” echen pa’tras
No quiero ser motivo
Para que abran Alcatraz (shh..)
No vacilo
No vaciles
No intente tu joder con mi persona
Yo no tripeo
Yo te exploto en tu propia zona (pow)
Y a solas
Me cojo con tu mujer
A todas horas…
Y a todo el enemigo que quiera conversar
Que converse con mi AK
Yo estoy sordo
No respondo, etc-etera, etc-etera
Escucha las habilidades de la Metras
No me imiten
Su propio estilo el trabalenguas
Doce a la frente
Y la demas a la yugula
Yo soy el tranquilizante
Para mi gente
Y le doy mas palos a una perra
Que un cuero Tito Puente
Experto en líricas
Regulo tácticas callejeras
Preparo mapas y resuelvo problemas
Y sin advertencia atmosférica (haha)
Yo, hago estragos como “Hortencia”
You make me turn so crazy
No me puedo controlar
Si tengo mi mente lazy
A veces quiero volar
You make me turn so crazy
Solamente quiero yo fumar
De lo que pone mi mente lazy
So I can touch the sky
Industry (Ohhh)
Ortega
Mendoza
MC Cassidy (Yeah)
Yo, Yo
Los 3 Mosqueteros
En el arte callejero
Bandolero, bandolero
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Make Me Crazy Lyrics English
You Make Me Turn So Crazy (YES)
I can not control (uh, uh)
If I have my mind Lazy
Sometimes I want to smoke (yeah, yeah)
You Make Me Turn So Crazy (YES)
I just want smoking
Of what my mind puts Lazy (Uh, uh)
So I Can Touch The Sky
“Boom, bye, bye”
Another Batty Boy Mate
I do not play with Mattel toy
Mendoza STRIP REGGAE TO THE PRETTY GIRL
Dance Gial, Come Gial
With your man.
How’d you get me wild?
With your glamorous stylе
Baby eat (eat!)
And just likе a blunt get me high
I saw you dancing in the dancehall mikeando
To be the champion contesting
Many are killed because you are winning
But not
You’re going to play with Cejon
“Lary-Lary!”
f#ck Everybody In This Party
If my girl.
Naughty eat shatty.
BLAH! How’d you like me now?
The Cejon with the Crazy Style
Here WE Go.
You make me take so crazy
I can not control myself
If I have my mind Lazy
Sometimes I want to fly (woooo)
You Make Me Turn So Crazy (YES)
I just want smoking
Of what my mind puts Lazy
So I Can Touch The Sky
I’m with the TEC-9 and also with the AK
“Vela-ah, sailing-ah”
Hunting enemy
Causing killing “sailing-ah, sailing-ah”
Go and Sacala
Indicates and whipped “sail-ah, sailing-ah”
If you do not kill me, I kill you
And that’s fashion
YES, Well.
Original is my ranking
Keep Understanding, “Ranking”
Call Me The Ganja In The Ranking (MAD)
You do not have solid lirica
To turn off is difficult (okay)
Turn off your You want (po! PO!)
You win me, “Nene”
In this war you die, you die
Lives that come and come (woooo)
Things that happen And You’re Not Understanding
Boys walk and sachat it
PICA and AZOTAL, USALE
Then run away for Florida or Panama
Because you do not run away for Canada
Because in Jamaica I’m smoking Ganja (Ganja)
I’m with the TEC-9 and also with the AK
“Vela-ah, sailing-ah”
Hunting enemy
Causing killing “sailing-ah, sailing-ah”
Go and Sacala
Inica and whipped “sailing-ah, sailing-ah”
If you do not kill me, I kill you
And that’s fashion
Yes, well, so!
You make me take so crazy
I can not control myself
If I have my mind Lazy
Sometimes I want to fly
You make me take so crazy
I just want smoking
Of what my mind puts Lazy
So I Can Touch The Sky
I active my voice with the beat
MC Cassidy-D
Check My Own Style
What I Get from the Industry
Three!
Always In The Place To Be
Funky.
Like the okey-dokey
The one who sings is mc cassidy
And represent.
Here in Puerto Rico
Mexico united states
MC Cassidy.
Moving like kilos.
“BLAH, BLAH, BLAH” so much Baba you’re talking about
I already martas
There is no pasta.
And to your tin “OW” (OW) “NOW” (NOW)
Gritan m#th*rf#ck*rs
WHEN MY GUNS GOES “PLOW” (Plow)
SO Get Back Vampiras
Diggidi-Spagga de mi League
And when I sing
Cincantante who give the league withdraw (Woo)
And I leave them in a coma
When my lyric explodes
Like the oklahoma pump
#ssh#l#, go back “blah” throw pa’tras
I do not want to be a reason
To open Alcatraz (Shh ..)
Do not hesitate
Do not hesitate
Do not try your f#ck with my person
I do not tripeo.
I explute you in your own area (Pow)
And alone
I f#ck with your wife
At all hours…
And all the enemy who wants to converse
That converse with my ak
I’m deaf
I do not respond, etc-etera, etc-etera
Listen to the skills of the beans
Do not imitate me
Your own style the trabalenguas
Twelve
And others to the yugula
I am the tranquilizer
For my people
And I give more sticks to a b#tch
That a leather Tito bridge
Expert in lyrics
Regulated street tactics
I prepare maps and I solve problems
And without atmospheric warning (haha)
I, I ravage as “Hortencia”
You make me take so crazy
I can not control myself
If I have my mind Lazy
Sometimes I want to fly
You make me take so crazy
I just want smoking
Of what my mind puts Lazy
So I Can Touch The Sky
Industry (OHHH)
Ortega.
Mendoza.
MC Cassidy (Yeah)
I, I.
The 3 Musketeers
In the street art
Bandolero, Bandolero
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MC Ceja Lyrics – Make Me Crazy