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Growing up as a lil kid I always wanted a pair of D's Slap'em on seven in the mo'nin And slap on a smooth D Takin a cruise down the street Brand new shoes on my feet Brand new pairs of 501 And a brand new muscle tee Got my haircut faded Feathered back wit 3 flowers How you foo's got act on I got money and the power All you gimme dirty looks Telling me im drug dealing Cuz im strollin up down the street Breakin neck 3 wheelin Parked at a carwash 4 wheel hopin Bust a spider down the street Little lives cant stop me All my camaradas roll in a lowrida Homies putin in so much work That the whole hood will retire A straight up palionero Never back down from a fight and The gas leak to my fire And hitchu up wit dinamite Cuz imma blow up in yo face When i finally drop the bomb on you You want some playto wassup ese Watchu wanna do (Chours) Late nite creepen Yea foo we on the late nite creep Im ridin real slow Move thru the city real late nite Flash backs of vatos sparkin up a gang fight Last nite my homie took it to the Dome wit the crow bar now his whole lifes Lookin dull but I cant cry Take a sip and I ride Keep my game tight cuz im drunk and im high And my homie got a 38 playin wit the trigga U got yo gun but my clips bigga fo real The twin glocs in the glove box And my 12 gauge mosburg in my trunk rock Its friday nite but aint no flossin cuz Im bailin thru your hood real cautious Im just ridin in a low low cruisin down the calle Crooked lifestyle of the valle Imma take anotha hit sip the 40 OE Bust a left at the lite foo We on the late nite creep (Chours) Late nite creepen Yea foo we on the late nite creep With a sak full of huuuuuussshh who strollin rite Behind us a car all full of hynas with high lites tryna Blind us kuz they want attention my yeska and my money (Evil mente why you laughin?) Im laughin kuz its funny roll up another liz iguess its Jus aint no joke toke up kuz all my friends never Denied a Toke spark up another tree baby kuz i aint with it but If You let me hit it then ima let you kick it with the one And only locoz that can puff and rap and the meltin on My lines wen i bust that mic strollin on a late night Creep with a funny sack but dnt ask me for no ins kuz I do pimp slap bad boy foo listen im bad as i wanna be Im high as i wanna be ill ride if you want to see Murder juz kuz im rappin dnt mean that i aint scrapin Ese and i aint single but still you see me mac'n on That late night creep. (Chours) Late nite creepen Yea foo we on the late nite creep Once again the clika got your vatos hypnotized
Writer(s): Gilbert W Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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