Lyrics Listen To My Creep - RBL Posse

Listen To My Creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Peter Piper pickin' a patch
Pickin' my patch, you might get catched
Snatched up in the cuts of the woods
Tryna take me for my scratch
Tiggidy-tag-tag-tag-their toe
Gat about three in a row
Grab my puff and I’m out, it’s magic tree, piggity-presto
I’m harder than that nigga Gusto, but I’m not the fake one
I come like Vietnam, dropping bombs like Saddam
Hussein, who rings my doorbell, I cause hell
You come up on my set, ho, you break more than a nail
But I’m taking niggas' souls like the bottom of a shoe
And down you like a chocolate Yoo-Hoo fuckin' with the crew
The way that I’m steady swingin', Hitman is a sinister
Throw my punch to the roof, caught him in the kisser
Ooh, damn blood, that nigga came tight, dude
You gotta come tight too, dude
Damn, nigga, how you gon' come on this shit?
Check I’m comin', though
It’s the nigga with the gat blastin'
Now I’m mashin' down the block on the plot
Nigga, watch my ass drop
‘Cause it’s the young black assassin, kickin' ass’n
‘Cause I hate you with a passion
So won’t you listen to my creep, I roll deep
Deeper than the muthafuckin' sea, you’s a flea
Use my 4 to the 4, now watch me get dumb
Diddy-dumb-diddy-dumb-diddy-diddy-dumb-dumb
On a mission, I’ll mention, any muthafuckin' who gots the full competition
Because I’m dishin'
Them big fat slugs for them fat backs
And them dirty rats, I got fat bats and them bumper jacks
You smack me and I’ll smack, you back
A muthafuckin' fact that a nigga peels caps
Like it ain’t no fuckin' thang, so peep
Some real ass niggas on this muthafuckin' creep
I ain’t gotta use no bathroom but a nigga’s kinda pissed
‘Cause this nigga played me like a donut, tried to have me in a twist
Oh shit, or is it just the funk that I’m smellin'?
‘Cause these niggas see me making money and they effort’s failin'
But um, peep game, please stop and listen
Before your fuckin' head and my nine starts to kissin'
Dismissin' them thoughts that I’m a punk
I’ll smoke a nigga quicker than I do when smokin' skunk
Slam dunk, that ass, just a Spalding basketball
My alibi, shit, I’m just a local rapper, y’all
This situation I’m facing
Having beefin' niggas come together like Herm’s compilation
But I don’t know about a gangbang
‘Cause in '94, shit, it’s all about a fuckin' clique thang
So hit the J and take a tweak
And keep them eardrums open so you can listen to my creep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Listen to my creep, listen to my creep
Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep
Listen to my creep…