J-Lamo - C.M.F. (Crazy Milwaukee Flow) Lyrics

That about, sum it up!
Grind hard, get it up!
Lamo ride that beat, on some giddy-up
Milwaukee flow gotta get the bucks
Y'all sweet like Mrs. Butterworth
Balling on em like I'm J-Shuttlesworth
Really you can't hold me I'm just being honest
Mean mugging niggas feeling like Giannis
All that fucking stunting y'all be rapping bout a whole bunch of shit
That y'all ain't on make me wanna vomit
That shit be basic, face it, stop it please my heart can't take it
Dangerous, hot shit, Cajun, Super Saiyan
Wear all black but I'm not racist, dawg I'm damn near basic

I love the culture, they say kick game, that's cool, I'd love to coach ya
Demeanor done changed when real niggas approach ya
I ain't tryna brag or boast but all my Brodie's need a toast to
The fact that we be working while y'all on a sofa
Grinding to the point Ima have to get a chauffeur
King of the jungle I'm just doing what I'm s'posed to
Show em how to move in a room full of vultures
Thinking I was stuck y'all better get ya hopes up
Thought he showed out til Lamo came and showed up
Got me so high attitude be on so what
Wavy, still I ain't even have to get a low cut
I think this the shit that'll make my pops proud
Reminiscent as I'm riding past Mid-Town
Summer '09 traffic always going down
Jak boyz Glazing you just had to be around

Mama just let me up off the porch to hoop at Carsyn academy balling up on the courts
And Rhyteous stayed down the block, rock baller-bands and shorts
That's back when niggas was busting that ass in all sports
We lived around shady niggas, watch em, them niggas forced
To burning that house down, we really was at war
I learned from watching these niggas don't operate with remorse
And watching niggas get beat the fuck up on 44th, Yop!