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Utwór: Creep n crawl

  • wykonawca: Eazy-E
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     [ INTRO ]
  Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin Compton
  It`s the downest nigga I know
  Eazy muthafuckin me
  Bout to kick your ass in Ninety-Three
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
  And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP
  I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
  And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP
  
  [ VERSE 1 ]
  I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
  I got my niggas from the CPT
  I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
  Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
  Now , early in the mornin I awake
  Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that I had to take
  Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank range
  FUCK `EM
  ( muthafuckin right ya`ll )
  Back to the set as I jet
  Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went
  Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
  Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch
  Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
  Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
  A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
  Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch
  Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why I mellow
  Or maybe it`s the fact that I`m kin to the devil
  A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
  Nigga for a ?? cause I`m a muthafuckin killer
  Thriller from Manilla though I`m shown as the average
  Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage
  
  [ CHORUS ]
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
  I got my niggas from the CPT
  I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
  Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
  Now , later on that night as I`m rollin
  Lookin for a nigga I can Gat and pack a hole in
  Stoppin at a light on the latenight
  Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right
  See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
  And in my mind all I`m thinkin is a murder plan
  Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
  I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
  Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
  Not knowin I`m about to lay their ass down
  Reach for them fools make my move
  Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth
  With the Gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
  One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
  Peep , I dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
  A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
  Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
  Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
  ( shit , fuck `em )
  FUCK YOU
  * shots rang out *
  MUTHAFUCKA
  hahaha
  

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