Eazy-E - Creep N Crawl (Str8 off the Streets of Muthaphukkin Compton; 1996) | Текст песни

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• Creep N Crawl (Str8 off the Streets of Muthaphukkin Compton; 1996)

[Intro: Eazy-E]
Straight off the streets of motherfuckin' Compton
It`s the downest nigga I know
Eazy motherfuckin' me
'bout to kick your ass in '93
(Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood)

[Hook: Eazy-E]
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: Eazy-E]
I got my niggas from Grape Street, Watts
I got my niggas from the C-P-T
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin' land
That's 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
(\"Motherfuckin' right y'all.\")
Back to the set as I jet
Not givin' a fuck about the nigga that I wet
That's 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 no heart to feel remorse
Dig the nigga’s corpse, 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 that's always quick to fill a
Nigga for a lick cause I`m a motherfuckin' killer
Thrilla from Manila though I'm shorter than the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a motherfuckin' savage

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Eazy-E]
I got my niggas from Grape Street, Watts
I got my niggas from the C-P-T
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin' land
That's 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 late night
Fire up a Philly 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 who was fool, make my move
Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth
With the gat to the nigga`s dome now he 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*
Motherfucker, hahaha

[Hook]

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