Creep n Crawl

Straight off the streets of mothafuckin' Compton

It's the downest **** I know

Eazy mothafuckin' 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)

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 **** from Grape Street, Watts

I got my **** from the C-P-T

I got my **** all across the mothafuckin' land

That's down with the E-A-Z-Y-E

Now, early in the mornin' I wake

Thinkin' about these dead fool's life that I had to take

Frontin' on a true name, I peep game at point-blank range

Fuck 'em! (Mothafuckin' right, yo)

Back to the set as I jet

Not givin' a fuck about the **** that I wet

That's what he got, a shot for actin' like a trick

Now he's six feet and I'm deep in his bitch

Creepin', creepin', creepin' on the marks that be sleepin'

Catch 'em slippin', slap the clip in, buck 'em every weekend

A scandalous lil' **** with no heart to feel remorse

Dig the ****'s corpse, leave it on his momma's porch

Don't give a fuck about shit, that's why I'm mellow

Or maybe it's the fact that I'm kin to the Devil

A psychopathic **** that's always quick to fill a

**** full of lead, 'cause I'm a mothafuckin' killer

Thrilla from Manila, though I'm shorter than the average

Try to test yo' luck and get bucked by a mothafuckin' savage

Yeah (Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood)

Yeah (Creep with me, as I crawl through the hood)

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 **** from Grape Street, Watts

I got my **** from the C-P-T

I got my **** all across the mothafuckin' land

That's down with the E-A-Z-Y-E

Now, later on that night as I'm rollin'

Lookin' for a **** I can gat and pack a hole in

Stoppin' at a light on the late night

Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right

See some **** slippin' at a burger stand

And in my mind, all I'm thinkin' is a murder plan

Creepin' through the drive-thru kinda slow

I got my high 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

Reached for his, made my move

Leaped out my Jeep and I creep kinda smooth

With the gat to the ****'s dome, now he sleeps

One shot to the top, body flopped on the seat, peep

I dumped on the lil' skinny passenger

A bitch was screamin' in a rage, so I blasted her

Smashed and I got about five blocks

Before I got stopped by a punk-ass cop (Shit, fuck 'em!)

(Goddamn)

(Can't shoot a cop!)

Fuck you

Motherfucker, ha-ha-ha!

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

(Creep with me)

Yeah

(Creep with me)

Yeah

(Creep with me)

Yeah

(Creep with me)

Yeah