Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creep, artist - Mobb Deep. Album song Blood Money, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
Creep |
That’s that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode |
Don’t come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah |
It’s crazy on this side, come through, gun through |
Oh, ya man live out here, don’t go and get comfortable |
Don’t know what he told you ain’t sweet around here |
And I don’t care what he told you ain’t sweet around here |
See you riding that infinity, now that’s not fair |
What’s that a 2006? |
Okay |
Playboy we got balls that ain’t made all day |
You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah |
We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us |
Letting' that slide’s not up for debate |
Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait |
She don’t know right now but trust me the bitch bait |
I won’t get all in the business that shorty is mad cool |
My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to |
First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you |
And takin' what’s yours, first thing we ask you is |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
You ask me all these rappers is bums |
Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun |
I mean really, y’all got to be the most worst |
Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse |
We emerge on the scene |
Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling |
Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so |
But once we get in the air that’s a wrap bro |
Our songs good to go straight to the radio |
Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow |
We Americas most dangerous to have fans |
New York, New York, we the kings of the dam |
We party too much and smoke too much grass |
And we never see the bright side we only see the bad |
Fuck all that, it’s a lot of niggas dead |
And I wont let 'em get me how they got them |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like niggas got something' to live for around here |
Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel |
Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel |
Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot |
When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that’s crack |
Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat |
Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', «Where the money at?» |
My hood Southside, riders ride that’s right |
Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know |
Shit it ain’t about the dough I ain’t really with it yo |
Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat |
I ain’t say wassup to you, nigga you don’t know me |
I’m on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine |
Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit |
Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks |
Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps |
Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah |
Fuck brought ya ass around here |
Like niggas got something' to live for around here |