[Verse 1: K-Rino] Crazy women the kind who set your clothes on fire The ones that bust your car windows out and slash your tires When it's peaceful she be bored but when it's drama she love it The one who talk loud and cuss to make a scene out in public No matter what you try to do for her, it ain't no pleasing First she cool then she pissed off for no damn reason You in ya car check your rear-view, she trailing behind you She'll blow everybody phone up that you know till she find you It be seeming like she drunk man but really she's sober The kind that start cussing the laws out when y'all getting pulled over Chill your girl but on the cool you kinda scared on the low Might see a chick that she don't even know and go "I hate that hoe" The kind who argue all night and always think she right The type to run up and swag on a dude you wouldn't even fight She got a case she on probation and still won't quit The type to come up to your job tripping and starting some shit And even if she in the wrong, she want you to side with her And got three or four crazy home girls that'll ride with her Try'na leave her, she'll sabotage your whole situation Go lying and dig up all your personal information Accusing you of things you didn't do to start drama The kind of chick that bet not ever introduce to yo mama If you try to break up with her but you married with kids She goin call your wife and tell her everything that y'all did She'll invetrate yo stash and bleed yo cash And if you mess around and get her pregnant, that's yo ass But you keep on coming back to her, through all of the plex Cause everybody know that's crazy woman got the best sex Yeah [Talking: Female] [Verse 2:] Crazy dudes so in love we throwed off in the dome Hiding in the bushes waiting on yo ass to get home We handcuffing, everything that you doing he wanna know Going to jail is a routine like a trip to the corner store And even if the cops around you, you don't feel protected If he don't threatening you at least once a day you'll feel neglected The type of dude to fight yo daddy and ain't scared of the laws That'll pop up at your front door and a roam in some draws You see em walk the streets daily, but he gone in the mind Kind you wake up and just find standing over you crying The kind you couldn't run away from if you move to Iraq And that restraining order you filed don't it don't mean jack Fatal attracting to the third power you wish you could leave He'll go aging physically drag you out the club by your weave All kinds of criminal history and dirt in his folder The ones that threaten to kill they self, when you tell em it's over Told you he loved you the first day that y'all started talking Always accusing you of looking at other dudes when y'all walking Twenty-five eighty constantly around yo ass Changing number and move two times still found yo ass! Writing crazy letters begging you in every sentence Left you twenty-five voicemails in fifteen minutes You're real jealous, any trust he tried to show you it's phony And always thinking you sneaking around town with one of his homies He knows street fighting, Tae bo, kung-fu and karate And if he catch you out of line, he'll goin kill everybody But you keep on coming back, despite what momma said Cause he be tearing yo little ass up when he get'chu in bed