Текст песни Creepin' - Redman
All
my
country,
funky,
brother,
motherfuckers
Verse
One:
To
my,
no
good
niggaz,
and
my,
no
good
bitches
Sorry
if
I
left
somebody
leavin
out
with
stitches
Seems
y′all
too
bold
for
ya
britches
Enslaved
your
mind
like
cotton
pickers
for
runnin
wit
some
rotten
niggaz
I
get
raw
to
the
core
with
hardcore
metaphors
Resevoir
Dog
style,
truly
yours
Yes,
I
be
the
slug
up
in
your
chest
Then
you
wonder
why
you
can't
feel
the
full
strength
of
ciggarettes
My
nationality
is,
brutality
I
got
the
gun
up
under
your
leather
nigga
so
walk
casually
You′d
be
surprised
how
much
info
you
can
get
For
a
bottle
of
crack
to
find
yo'
punk
ass
and
yo'
kinfolks
Plus,
that
crew
you
run
with
is
butt
I
was
dusted
one
day
when
I
made
your
man
choke
up
Rappers
comin
to
New
Jersey
and
be
gettin
fucked
up
Talkin
about
where
they
from
and
shit
when
dem
sons
ain′t
runnin
shit
And
go
off
a
BIT
if
you
do
a
show
in
da
Bricks
You′d
swear
you
was
fly
and
how
we
bring
so
much
turbulence
I
keep
your
nervous
level
high
nigga
You
better
kiss
your
son
and
daughter,
tell
em
bye
nigga
When
we
creep
Verse
Two:
I
give
respect
to
all
my
woolly
niggaz
with
the
Rolex
Shinin
briquettes,
flashin
cash
and
dumpin
Moets
Especially
when
my
royalty
check
is
late,
I
don't
hesitate
I
scoop
up
Keith,
and
see
who′s
flashin
at
the
Palla-
-Dium,
hide
your
weed
niggaz
cause
here
I
come
Lookin
bummy
for
low
profile,
so
loud
MC's
overlook
me
I
slip
the
bartender
some
more
Just
to
tell
me
(how
much
cash
and
Dom
P
you
pour)
Huh,
I
should
start
robbin
rappers
in
the
industry
If
we
ain′t
clickin
then
I'm
engineerin
your
injuries
Forty-eight
tracks
of
automatics
and
facts
Lyrically
splat-datted
till
your
mentality
blacks
And
I
don′t
give
a
FUCK
if
you
did
thirty
bids
Still
I
bring
Ecstasy
like
I'm
the
rapper
Jaleel
Blaow
blaow
blaow,
lickin
shots
for
your
fuckin
Mind,
I
got
you
niggaz
duckin
out
like
I'm
one-time
Or
five-oh,
po-po,
I
drive
hoes
nutty
Like
I
be
doin
security
at
my
live
shows
Your
A&R
is
a
punk,
he
got
you
gassed
When
I
brutally
smash
any
contender
in
my
weight
class
Aiyyo
Twinz
yo
this
nigga
got
jewels
(Hold
that
nigga
while
I
rob
this
fool)
When
we
creep
1 Rollin'
2 Soopaman Luva 3
3 What U Lookin' 4
4 Yesh Yesh Ya'll
5 Da Bump
6 Creepin'
7 Smoke Buddah
8 Rock da Spot
9 On Fire
10 Intro
11 Iz He 4 Real
12 Welcome (Interlude)
13 Case Closed
14 Chicken Head Convention (Skit)
15 Do What Ya Feel
16 The Stick Up (Skit)
17 It's Like That (My Big Brother)
18 Da Ill Out
19 Soopaman Luva 3 Interview (skit)
20 Pick It Up
21 Skit
22 Whateva Man
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