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Moga – Drive Me Crazy (Beat by L7 Sativa)
"The Jazzkid, L7 on the beat. I don't really like
going out coz like, eish kwenzakala izinto ezibhaya. Let me explain."
Verse1:
Yo what's
the ratio for felattio, every place we go, we front like you've heard us on the
radio. Ladies flirt they don't know we don't have dough, they're glad to see
the place invaded by Catmo. Fly as though I'm on way to heaven with L7, and
ObsqO Sho. Plus I'm aiming to score, I'm looking good even if myself has to say
so. Some can't afford booze what you think they brought the weed for?. An H-Bomb target we blow the spot, if your Dj's wack
we'll bust a cipher in the parking lot. And come back inside in time to see
sweet taboo, give me give me baby is it a crime. To want you to know that I
want you to want mine, I whispered sweet nothings to a lady of the nightime.
And she heard nothing, yeah I'm not surprised, what with all the Rand signs
swimming through her eyes. who you leaving with after the pub tonight, you give
me a hard on like a safety hat at a construction site. That pick-up line didn't work, I
need to practice right. Until I spot a lady that's worthy of my sore sight
CHORUS
"The Dj's
playing bullshit he's gonna drive me crazy *crazy*, and I don't see any ladies tonight that should be
having my babay
*having my babay*. I
said the Dj's playing
bullshit he's gonna drive me crazy *crazy*, and I don't see any ladies tonight that should be
having my babay...
Babay!"
Verse2
Excuse me baby, I
think you dropped something. My jaw, so now she's acting like I said nothing.
That's the second time I'm getting the cold shoulder, I should have brought a
scarf or hit on someone who's not sober. A full house, a huge smile to the pub
owner. Hard to manoeuvre through the crowd with my boner. I don't have a drink
you won't see me by the bar, and should I score we're gonna have to walk and I
live far. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, they'll be falling all over me
once my album hits the shelves. Or atleast these are the dreams I have, players
playing my joints while I amass the wealth. Rolling in limousines, profile in
Bona magazine, fresh pair of jeans while getting head like guillotines. No
that's nonsense talking, That's my ego talking. My conscience talks too now
we're all conference talking. Catch me on StreetsTv that's what my style is,
Trying to make ends meet like a hairstylist. Until then I catch a lift, 8 of us in the car, do you do me see you around I'm a
star.
CHORUS
"The Dj's
playing bullshit he's gonna drive me crazy *crazy*, and I don't see any ladies tonight that should be
having my babay
*having my babay*. I
said the Dj's playing
bullshit he's gonna drive me crazy *crazy*, and I don't see any ladies tonight that should be
having my babay...
Babay!"
*Pub Ambiance*
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