2 Deep Creepin

Now we be two deep creeping
In the Caprice and the boomsies
With his music beating
Got us a trunk full of them keys
So we gon' cook this weekend
Busting them keys down to OZ's
Cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleeping

I be coming around the ghetto with six keys off in my trunk
Pepperoni on my stomach, I see the police, they coming
Mr. G start to panicking, adrenaline got him bumbling
He crashed the car, the tires flat, so I guess we gots to run again
I'm up out the car no stumbling, up over the fence I'm jumping
I'm running like Michael Johnson, robbed the liquor store in Compton
I'm humping down Fairview with a sack full of kilo
Tried to run up in Grand Calhoun but 9 o'clock Sunday he closed
Now I'm turning down O Street, headed towards Early
I see them black clown niggas, I know they heard me
Wig Bun, Tweety, Peewee, Twis and Rel and a Tank
Glad I'm from down here cause they
Ride around robbing niggas who ain't
I'm in a Marathon, headed home like Barry Bonds twice now
Or the penitentiary dugout for life if I strike out
I make it to Milton Street, lo and behold, who do I see?
In a brown station wagon, two bitches pose in the back seat
If my grandma heard about it, shit, it's do for me
I'd rather get beat by the police than a whooping by Miss Louise
I'm on Bell Street headed to the Lookout
I see two hoes walking slow, I tell them hoes to look out
Pigs coming from the right, pigs coming from the left
I'm all by my damn self plus I'm all out of breath
Now what I'm finna tell you gonna make your liver quiver
I took ten steps back and swan dived in the river
Now I'm swimming like a fish, greeted land with a kiss
Police shot nine times and all nine of them bitches missed
I'm in the back part of Riverside dripping wet
The whole time we been running we ain't bust at 'em yet
But it's on now, so don't slip up
Now how the fuck it go from a high speed chase
To them bitches trying to kill us?
Man, I'm in a fucked up situation
If I ain't know better I'd think Mel
Foreman was behind this whole operation
I see my cousin Daysha so I hop in the car with him
With no hesitation I ask him did he have a cigar with him
I got Riverside crunk, police riding on the spot
But I ain't trying to make it hot for the dope boys on the block
He dropped me at my mama house and let me out on the curb
Reached in the bag and broke him off a half a bird
Went in the house, locked the door to wait by the phone
Hanging them keys out the drive 'til a gangsta get home

Now we be two deep creeping
In the Caprice and the boomsies
With his music beating
Got us a trunk full of them keys
So we gon' cook this weekend
Busting them keys down to OZ's
Cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleeping
Now we be two deep creeping
In the Caprice and the boomsies
With his music beating
Got us a trunk full of them keys
So we gon' cook this weekend
Busting them keys down to OZ's
Cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleeping

I'm zooming past Hill Village wide open
With my hands gripped on them bricks tight
When I crashed at the light
Hell, I ran left and Pimp, he ran right
I stopped at the pay phone to make sure that he made it home alright
He told me that he straight, he at my cousin house in Willowfy
So I bail through Western Hill after I pass McIntyre
Can't wait to get back to the hood to let them know I got that fire
But for now I keep running, I hear the police keep coming
And one of my bags done bust and half my dust done fell from it
Got mad like I was a junkie then strapped them thangs to my stomach
I lost about two onions so that's about two G's in money
But I'm gon' let that slide, bust this ride on Winifred Drive
My baby mama outside cause Little Tia keep on crying
I tell her come inside cause I need somewhere to hide
She acting shady cause she don't want no dope around my baby
The police after my ass and they busting like they crazy
And you tripping about bricks that eventually gon' pay me?
It seems you trying to play me
I kiss Little Tia on her mouth and cuss her dumb ass mama out
And fly my ass up out they house
Can't hit the interstate so hell, I gots to change my route
If I go the other way them pigs for sure gon' take me out
So I jump the gate, head straight down Day Street
Turn off in West End, everything looks gravy
I see that nigga Pimp and Small, still got his strap on fire
I let 'em know they for the low so holler later on tonight
I run on up the block and I see my nigga Filthy Fiend
He say him and that nigga Slum finna hit the club OZ
Now I'm up on Bell Street and I see two hoes running wild
And hollering loud, "The pigs busting at Big Pimp right now"
So I pull my gat out and speed my way through Riverside
I see the red and blue lights but I don't hear no shots fired
Now I gotta keep quiet and make my way on Bill's Grade
That's where my cousin Tracy stay and plus a good ass hideaway
I hope I don't get caught today cause I got plenty bricks of yay
And when I meet Big Pimp us and the whole Black Cloud gon' celebrate
But now I gots to get away so I'm knocking on the door
Tracy, it's your cousin, open up before I get smoked
Now I gotta let the spot cool again
They won't let nobody out or let nobody in
So I hit the nigga Pimp so we can hook up tomorrow
Cause we got bricks to split and money to get cause that's our motto

Now we be two deep creeping
In the Caprice and the boomsies
With his music beating
Got us a trunk full of them keys
So we gon' cook this weekend
Busting them keys down to OZ's
Cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleeping
Now we be two deep creeping
In the Caprice and the boomsies
With his music beating
Got us a trunk full of them keys
So we gon' cook this weekend
Busting them keys down to OZ's
Cause it's cocaine season
So don't get caught sleeping