Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Late Night Creepin (feat. Master P), artist - King George. Date of issue: 20.02.2009
Song language: English
Late Night Creepin (feat. Master P) |
| Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped |
| Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps |
| Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with |
| Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic |
| With the giggety giggety nine |
| Put the Glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine |
| Break you off something proper bitch |
| Ask me where I’m from the manor central soutside of the Rich |
| Worry niggas can’t stand me |
| Cause I’m known on the turf for serving |
| Them fiends that fucking killa candy |
| Break 'em off as I creep slow |
| But if you run up on the P |
| Yeah you know you get your ass smoked |
| 12 o’clock and my beeper still beeping |
| On my way to the northside late night creeping |
| Late night creeping (creeping) |
| Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing |
| The dope fiends be begging me for crack |
| Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats |
| Verse 2 (Master P) |
| Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang |
| A nigga slang dope, but the P I don’t gang bang |
| Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock |
| Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh |
| Play a game called show and tell |
| And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel |
| Cause slipping is a no no |
| And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo |
| I’ll leave a bitch dead and broke |
| Check a ho, I ain’t no motherfucking got damn captain save a ho |
| So with my nine I be sleeping |
| Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping |
| Verse 3 (Master P, Lil’Ric) |
| I can’t sleep at night my mind start playing tricks |
| I’m having nightmares the ghetto’s trying to kill me bitch |
| I’m paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats |
| A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack |
| I’m addicted to money and bitches hella disturb |
| A ounce of dank, that’ll calm a nigga nerves |
| I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal |
| You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal |
| I’m a bounce your ass just like a basketball |
| And with a pig’s blood, write your name up on the wall |
| So make your fucking death wish |
| And why you dead I’m gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch |
| I’m a let you know life in the Rich ain’t no joke |
| So don’t you coming riding without your straps ho |
| And you know the Rich is known for busting caps |
| Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map |
| Lil' Ric |
| Yeah, back at that ass once again there |
| Its your nigga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows |
| Getting him for whatever I can get |
| Now its time for my niggas to ride |
| And let this shit fuckin clear |
| Verse 4 (Big Ed) |
| Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P |
| P has got his tech I got my nine next to me |
| Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops |
| But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox |
| Or run up ya like Emmitt |
| Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage |
| Because a nigga’s like loced |
| Run on up, I’ll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked |
| I ain’t no joker g cause I’m TRU |
| And everybody in my crew a TRU g too |
| I thought you knew motherfucker |
| I’m the type of nigga that’ll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter |
| With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat |
| P, I’m gone put this fucking nigga on his back |
| I’m a show you why they sleeping |
| Cause its me and P and we late night creeping |