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letra de creep n crawl - og - eazy-e

[intro]
straight off the streets of mothaf-ckin’ compton
it’s the downest n-gga i know
eazy mothaf-ckin’ me
’bout to kick your ass in ’93
yeah
(creep with me, as i crawl through the hood)
yeah
(creep with me, as i crawl through the hood)

[hook]
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
i got my n-ggas from grape street, watts
i got my n-ggas from the c-p-t
i got my n-ggas all across the mothaf-ckin’ land
that’s down with the e-a-z-y-e

[verse 1]
now, early in the mornin’ i awake
thinkin’ about this dead fool’s life that i had to take
frontin’ on a true name, i peep game at point-blank range
f-ck ’em! (mothaf-ckin’ right, y’all)
back to the set as i jet
not givin’ a f-ck about the n-gga that i wet
that’s what he gotta shout for actin’ like a trick
now he’s six feet and i’m deep in his b-tch
creepin’, creepin’, creepin’ on the marks that be sleepin’
catch you slippin’, slap the clip in, buck ’em every weekend
a scandalous lil’ n-gga with no heart to feel remorsе
dig the n-gga’s corpse, leavе it on his momma’s porch
don’t give a f-ck about sh-t, that’s why i’m mellow
or maybe it’s the fact that i’m kin to the devil
a psychopathic n-gga that’s always quick to fill a
n-gga full of lead, ’cause i’m a mothaf-ckin’ k!ller
thrilla from manila, though i’m shorter than the average
try to test yo’ luck and get bucked by a mothaf-ckin’ savage
[bridge]
yeah
(creep with me, as i crawl through the hood)
yeah
(creep with me, as i crawl through the hood)

[hook]
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
i got my n-ggas from grape street, watts
i got my n-ggas from the c-p-t
i got my n-ggas all across the mothaf-ckin’ land
that’s down with the e-a-z-y-e

[verse 2]
now, later on that night as i’m rollin’
lookin’ for a n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 n-gga’s dome, now he sleeps
one shot to the top, body flopped on the seat, peep
i dumped on the lil’ skinny passenger
a b-tch is screamin’ in a rage, so i blasted her
smashed and i got about five blocks
before i got stopped by a punk-ass cop (sh-t, f-ck ’em!)
(you can’t shoot a cop!)
f-ck you -shots-
motherf-cker, ha-ha-ha!
[hook]
i creep and i crawl and i creep
i creep and i crawl and i creep
i creep and i crawl and i creep
i creep and i crawl and i creep

[outro]
(creep with me)
yeah
(creep with me)
yeah
(creep with me)
yeah
(creep with me)
yeah, ha ha ha ha!

- eazy e

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