[Run]
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Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, ma'am"
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Eatin filet mignon, lobster tails and crab
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He eats the finest FOOD, he ain't the kindest DUDE
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and then to put it to you straight he's CRAZY LAZY AND RUDE
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His temper's boiling hot, whether you like him or not
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Not to mention bout his mansion and his big ol' yacht
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He never gave me a dime or even spent, some time
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and that's why I had to cold write this rhyme about..
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[Chorus: Jam Master scratch "papa was", Run-D.M.C. "papa crazy", "crazy" (2X)]
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[Run]
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Now papa livin like a rich man, up on the hill
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Yeah my daddy got a Caddy funky fresh Seville
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He got diamonds AND FURS, for his AND HERS
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and a cat, in the hat that just, chills and purrs
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Now he eats and grubs, and rocks beats at clubs
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while mama makin nothin while she sweeps, and rubs
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You wanna know about his dough, how he got paid
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well the last, THAT ASKED, got sprayed, AND LAID, because..
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[Chorus]
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[interlude]
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[Run]
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Papa hang with CRAZY people CRAZY times of the night
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Runnin round with CRAZY women but but that's alright, because..
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[Chorus]
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[D.M.C.]
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Yo Run my papa was CRAZY, crazy as can be
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and my mama said that he left ME when I was three
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But my mama never told me he was out of his mind
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Drinkin wine, all the time, never earnin a dime
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He didn't care where he slept, or where his clothes were kept
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He was so in debt somebody broke his neck
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and on the day that papa died, they wrote on his grave
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that "Papa died a bum, but he died brave," because..
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[Chorus]
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[ad libs to last 25 seconds, music eventually ends]
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Papa Crazy
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