Creepin` lyrics

Artist  : Brownside 
Song : Creepin`



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Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high

Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the
drive-by

Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the
valley

Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie

Drop to the floor, a fucking four door

(There's some putos we jump)

Ese they're coming for more petho

Watch real close as I level

His head to the seat, my quette he hands me

Six feet deep is where this culo stays

Although in a coma for a couple of days,
anyways

That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in
the big SC

South Central is loco represento

The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking
mental

Lento, but harder than a motherfucker

Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker



[Chorus x2]

Creepin through my neighborhood

Quette on my side, always up to no good

On the Eastside, where the balas fly

Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie



Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our
streets

Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites
creep

All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a
cruise

Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools

They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap

Now it's time for us to go on back

Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand

I'm coming to get you with a quette in my
hand

Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass
quick

Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I
stuck

Two balas at first then one on top for luck

Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more

To make our escape we just drove away slow

We gotta handle ours, leaving scars

Q-Vo to the homies behind bars



[Chorus x2]



As I light and hit the sherm stick

I sit back and think of doing crazy shit

So we roll, and it's late at night

Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my
side

Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East
Side

Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies

Simon, it's all a gang trip

If you're in it and you know it say "you
better not slip"

Crazy cholos don't give a fuck

Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck

Straight gang-banging till the day I die

Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie

Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts

Hitting it with the homies always putting in
work

Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam

Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my
home



[Chorus x2]



Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run
away

I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready
to spray

You look like a bitch when you run from us

I know you know we got guns that bust

Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap

Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off
the map

So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if
you're fucking blasting

Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a
mission

All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool
and then start dissing

Display my motherfucking gangster's way

Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre

Just like that, making putos disappear

Y que, at least I'm still here

No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride

Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East
Side



[Chorus x2]