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Lil Wayne

Creepin’ Through Your Hood

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TESTO - Lil Wayne - Creepin’ Through Your Hood

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VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Lil Wayne - Creepin’ Through Your Hood

(Intro, Paul Wall &
)

Swisha House baby




Ya boy Paul Wall




Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too




Fuck 'em



(Hook, Paul Wall &
)

We don't give a fuck about you

We tote big guns, front, we'll pop you















(Verse 1, Juelz Santana)

I'm down and I'm dirty with this

I'm down to get dirty, ya bitch

Aww man, aww damn

The pound is just hurtin my hip

Fuck with me

I'll show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped

Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!)

He like, yeah I don't give a fuck about who (bout who?)

I'm like, we don't give a fuck about'chu ('
Bout you)

Hat low to the front

Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!)

See that button? Hit that, dope in the trunk

Nope, coke in the trunk

Nope, both in the trunk

That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!)

You don't want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood)

You don't want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods)

You don't wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy

You don't want my niggas leavin wit'cha gooooods (Gooods)

So don't play like that (Don't)

Don't act like that (Don't)

If you ain't like that (You know)



(Hook)



(Verse 2, Paul Wall)

I got them windows tinted, five-percent

Presidential limo tint

I can see you, but'chu can't see me

Two-twenty-three with extended clip

Them fifty shots gon' set it off

So fire drill, bitch drop and roll

Gimme that watch, gimme that chain

Empty them pockets and pay the toll

I hang with killas out on parole

Catch ya cut, run and hide

Evacuate, murder-for-hire

Kinda like Omar from the wire

We'll chop ya up like garlic cloves

And cook ya ass, like Elmer the chef

Take ya last breath, put on ya vest

But I'm aimin at'cha head boy, not'cha chest

Now pack the iron, I'll start'cha dyin

Hit them legs and crease ya up

Then I hit the spot with a bad bitch

That'll slob a knob and piece me up

And when ya wake up, in the morning

To the sounds of them choppers roaring

I wear the heat, just like Alonso

We'll leave ya whole family in mourning

I'm in the hood like wig shops

I'm on the grind, on the block

Posted up like Yao Ming

In a low post, I'm on the box

We'll chop ya up like a Screw tape

And have ya hollerin like the Opera

But with my side-kick goin off

I ain't talkin about no T-Mobile partna



(Hook)

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