Creepin'
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๐ Lyrics
Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high
Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie
Drop to the floor, a fucking four door
(There's some putos we jump)
Ese they're coming for more petho
Watch real close as I level
His head to the seat, my quette he hands me
Six feet deep is where this culo stays
Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways
That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
South Central is loco represento
The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
Lento, but harder than a motherfucker
Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker
[Chorus x2]
Creepin through my neighborhood
Quette on my side, always up to no good
On the Eastside, where the balas fly
Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie
Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets
Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep
All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a cruise
Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools
They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap
Now it's time for us to go on back
Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand
I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand
Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick
Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck
Two balas at first then one on top for luck
Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more
To make our escape we just drove away slow
We gotta handle ours, leaving scars
Q-Vo to the homies behind bars
[Chorus x2]
As I light and hit the sherm stick
I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
So we roll, and it's late at night
Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side
Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side
Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies
Simon, it's all a gang trip
If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip"
Crazy cholos don't give a fuck
Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck
Straight gang-banging till the day I die
Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie
Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts
Hitting it with the homies always putting in work
Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam
Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home
[Chorus x2]
Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away
I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray
You look like a bitch when you run from us
I know you know we got guns that bust
Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap
Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map
So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if you're fucking blasting
Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a mission
All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing
Display my motherfucking gangster's way
Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre
Just like that, making putos disappear
Y que, at least I'm still here
No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride
Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side
[Chorus x2]
Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie
Drop to the floor, a fucking four door
(There's some putos we jump)
Ese they're coming for more petho
Watch real close as I level
His head to the seat, my quette he hands me
Six feet deep is where this culo stays
Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways
That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
South Central is loco represento
The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
Lento, but harder than a motherfucker
Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker
[Chorus x2]
Creepin through my neighborhood
Quette on my side, always up to no good
On the Eastside, where the balas fly
Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie
Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets
Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep
All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a cruise
Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools
They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap
Now it's time for us to go on back
Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand
I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand
Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick
Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck
Two balas at first then one on top for luck
Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more
To make our escape we just drove away slow
We gotta handle ours, leaving scars
Q-Vo to the homies behind bars
[Chorus x2]
As I light and hit the sherm stick
I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
So we roll, and it's late at night
Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side
Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side
Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies
Simon, it's all a gang trip
If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip"
Crazy cholos don't give a fuck
Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck
Straight gang-banging till the day I die
Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie
Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts
Hitting it with the homies always putting in work
Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam
Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home
[Chorus x2]
Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away
I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray
You look like a bitch when you run from us
I know you know we got guns that bust
Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap
Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map
So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if you're fucking blasting
Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a mission
All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing
Display my motherfucking gangster's way
Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre
Just like that, making putos disappear
Y que, at least I'm still here
No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride
Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side
[Chorus x2]
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.49] Kicking it, strap on my side and I'm so high
[00:17.12] Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
[00:20.14] Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
[00:22.78] Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie
[00:25.55] Drop to the floor, a fucking four door
[00:28.23] (There's some putos we jump)
[00:29.93] Ese they're coming for more petho
[00:31.38] Watch real close as I level
[00:34.05] His head to the seat, my quette he hands me
[00:36.85] Six feet deep is where this culo stays
[00:38.87] Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways
[00:42.12] That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
[00:48.01] South Central is loco represento
[00:50.51] The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
[00:54.44] Lento, but harder than a motherfucker
[00:56.76] Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker
[00:59.62] [Chorus x2]
[01:01.12] Creepin through my neighborhood
[01:02.33] Quette on my side, always up to no good
[01:04.51] On the Eastside, where the balas fly
[01:07.57] Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie
[01:22.72] Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets
[01:25.03] Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep
[01:27.33] All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a cruise
[01:30.48] Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools
[01:32.85] They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap
[01:35.69] Now it's time for us to go on back
[01:38.24] Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand
[01:41.39] I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand
[01:44.37] Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick
[01:47.88] Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck
[01:52.38] Two balas at first then one on top for luck
[01:55.10] Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more
[01:58.73] To make our escape we just drove away slow
[02:00.77] We gotta handle ours, leaving scars
[02:03.86] Q-Vo to the homies behind bars
[02:05.96] [Chorus x2]
[02:29.21] As I light and hit the sherm stick
[02:31.64] I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
[02:34.33] So we roll, and it's late at night
[02:36.77] Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side
[02:39.62] Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side
[02:42.85] Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies
[02:45.18] Simon, it's all a gang trip
[02:48.33] If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip"
[02:52.79] Crazy cholos don't give a fuck
[02:54.35] Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck
[02:56.76] Straight gang-banging till the day I die
[02:59.31] Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie
[03:01.78] Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts
[03:04.47] Hitting it with the homies always putting in work
[03:07.69] Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam
[03:10.91] Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home
[03:13.60] [Chorus x2]
[03:35.62] Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away
[03:38.79] I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray
[03:41.36] You look like a bitch when you run from us
[03:44.12] I know you know we got guns that bust
[03:47.13] Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap
[03:49.95] Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map
[03:52.60] So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if you're fucking blasting
[03:56.61] Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a mission
[03:59.54] All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing
[04:02.30] Display my motherfucking gangster's way
[04:06.34] Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre
[04:09.82] Just like that, making putos disappear
[04:12.27] Y que, at least I'm still here
[04:14.81] No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride
[04:17.63] Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side
[04:20.42] [Chorus x2]
[04:49.44]
[00:17.12] Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by
[00:20.14] Creeping in the alley, ese this ain't the valley
[00:22.78] Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie
[00:25.55] Drop to the floor, a fucking four door
[00:28.23] (There's some putos we jump)
[00:29.93] Ese they're coming for more petho
[00:31.38] Watch real close as I level
[00:34.05] His head to the seat, my quette he hands me
[00:36.85] Six feet deep is where this culo stays
[00:38.87] Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways
[00:42.12] That's what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC
[00:48.01] South Central is loco represento
[00:50.51] The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental
[00:54.44] Lento, but harder than a motherfucker
[00:56.76] Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker
[00:59.62] [Chorus x2]
[01:01.12] Creepin through my neighborhood
[01:02.33] Quette on my side, always up to no good
[01:04.51] On the Eastside, where the balas fly
[01:07.57] Only true gangsters ese, I don't lie
[01:22.72] Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets
[01:25.03] Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep
[01:27.33] All gotta pay dues, think it's time to take a cruise
[01:30.48] Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools
[01:32.85] They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap
[01:35.69] Now it's time for us to go on back
[01:38.24] Simon, we're the ones you putos can not stand
[01:41.39] I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand
[01:44.37] Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick
[01:47.88] Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck
[01:52.38] Two balas at first then one on top for luck
[01:55.10] Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more
[01:58.73] To make our escape we just drove away slow
[02:00.77] We gotta handle ours, leaving scars
[02:03.86] Q-Vo to the homies behind bars
[02:05.96] [Chorus x2]
[02:29.21] As I light and hit the sherm stick
[02:31.64] I sit back and think of doing crazy shit
[02:34.33] So we roll, and it's late at night
[02:36.77] Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side
[02:39.62] Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side
[02:42.85] Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies
[02:45.18] Simon, it's all a gang trip
[02:48.33] If you're in it and you know it say "you better not slip"
[02:52.79] Crazy cholos don't give a fuck
[02:54.35] Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck
[02:56.76] Straight gang-banging till the day I die
[02:59.31] Senor Wes I'm innocent, I don't lie
[03:01.78] Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts
[03:04.47] Hitting it with the homies always putting in work
[03:07.69] Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam
[03:10.91] Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home
[03:13.60] [Chorus x2]
[03:35.62] Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away
[03:38.79] I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray
[03:41.36] You look like a bitch when you run from us
[03:44.12] I know you know we got guns that bust
[03:47.13] Plus you know I'll peel your fucking cap
[03:49.95] Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map
[03:52.60] So strap, cuz they only way you're lasting if you're fucking blasting
[03:56.61] Never recognize me cuz I'm always masking on a mission
[03:59.54] All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing
[04:02.30] Display my motherfucking gangster's way
[04:06.34] Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre
[04:09.82] Just like that, making putos disappear
[04:12.27] Y que, at least I'm still here
[04:14.81] No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride
[04:17.63] Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side
[04:20.42] [Chorus x2]
[04:49.44]