"Krazy" is actually a pretty horrible song. That doesn't stop me from loving the shit out of it, though.
Literally, the first part of the chorus contains this priceless gem: "Latinas they get crazy/Blanquitas they get crazy/Negritas they get crazy." What, pray tell, is a "blanquita"? Is it a tropical fruit? Is it the horrible yellow drink they keep trying to sell to me at the Filipino market? That's exactly the point, my friend. In order to understand this, you have to be krazy!
From there, the song descends into a bizarre rap song about a Sliders-like parallel universe where Kanye has "no style", Katt Williams has no "jokes" (i.e. anecdotes about pimps), and M.C. Hammer is "still rich, not broke." Really, Pitbull? You're talking shit about M.C. Hammer? Seriously, that guy's been through enough. I mean, really, given our current economic situation, I think you could muster up a little sympathy for a guy who previously rode in carriages made out of dinosaur eggs and fist-size rubies, only to loose it all to the cold embrace of bankruptcy.
Anyway, listening to this song is like huffing paint-thinner while someone pours an energy drink into your ears. If you can convince a girl to have sex with you while this song is playing, I'll personally give you fourteen dollars.
Blanquita.
BONUS QUESTION: Who can wear top hats better...Lil' Jon or T-Pain?

