作词 : Run-D.M.C. 作曲 : Run-D.M.C. Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam" Eatin' filet 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 'bout his mansion and his big ol' 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 crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill Yeah, my daddy got a Caddy, funky, fresh SevilleHe got diamonds and furs, for his and hers And a cat in the hat, that just chills and purrs Now he eats and grubs and rocks beats at clubs While mama makin' nothin', while she sweeps and rubs You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid? Well the last that asked, got sprayed and laid, because Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa hang with crazy, people crazy, times of the night Runnin' 'round with crazy women, but but that's alright, because Papa crazy, papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy Yo, run, my papa was crazy, crazy as can be And my mama said that he left me, when I was three But my mama never told me he was out of his mind Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime He didn't care where he slept or where his clothes were 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 died brave, because Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy
作词 : Run-D.M.C. 作曲 : Run-D.M.C. Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam" Eatin' filet 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 'bout his mansion and his big ol' 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 crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Now papa livin' like a rich man, up on the hill Yeah, my daddy got a Caddy, funky, fresh SevilleHe got diamonds and furs, for his and hers And a cat in the hat, that just chills and purrs Now he eats and grubs and rocks beats at clubs While mama makin' nothin', while she sweeps and rubs You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid? Well the last that asked, got sprayed and laid, because Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa hang with crazy, people crazy, times of the night Runnin' 'round with crazy women, but but that's alright, because Papa crazy, papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy Yo, run, my papa was crazy, crazy as can be And my mama said that he left me, when I was three But my mama never told me he was out of his mind Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a dime He didn't care where he slept or where his clothes were 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 died brave, because Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy
