Listen To My Creep - RBL Posse

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Peter Piper pickin' a patch

Pickin' my patch, you might get catched

Snatched up in the cuts of the woods

Tryna take me for my scratch

Tiggidy-tag-tag-tag-their toe

Gat about three in a row

Grab my puff and I’m out, it’s magic tree, piggity-presto

I’m harder than that nigga Gusto, but I’m not the fake one

I come like Vietnam, dropping bombs like Saddam

Hussein, who rings my doorbell, I cause hell

You come up on my set, ho, you break more than a nail

But I’m taking niggas' souls like the bottom of a shoe

And down you like a chocolate Yoo-Hoo fuckin' with the crew

The way that I’m steady swingin', Hitman is a sinister

Throw my punch to the roof, caught him in the kisser

Ooh, damn blood, that nigga came tight, dude

You gotta come tight too, dude

Damn, nigga, how you gon' come on this shit?

Check I’m comin', though

It’s the nigga with the gat blastin'

Now I’m mashin' down the block on the plot

Nigga, watch my ass drop

‘Cause it’s the young black assassin, kickin' ass’n

‘Cause I hate you with a passion

So won’t you listen to my creep, I roll deep

Deeper than the muthafuckin' sea, you’s a flea

Use my 4 to the 4, now watch me get dumb

Diddy-dumb-diddy-dumb-diddy-diddy-dumb-dumb

On a mission, I’ll mention, any muthafuckin' who gots the full competition

Because I’m dishin'

Them big fat slugs for them fat backs

And them dirty rats, I got fat bats and them bumper jacks

You smack me and I’ll smack, you back

A muthafuckin' fact that a nigga peels caps

Like it ain’t no fuckin' thang, so peep

Some real ass niggas on this muthafuckin' creep

I ain’t gotta use no bathroom but a nigga’s kinda pissed

‘Cause this nigga played me like a donut, tried to have me in a twist

Oh shit, or is it just the funk that I’m smellin'?

‘Cause these niggas see me making money and they effort’s failin'

But um, peep game, please stop and listen

Before your fuckin' head and my nine starts to kissin'

Dismissin' them thoughts that I’m a punk

I’ll smoke a nigga quicker than I do when smokin' skunk

Slam dunk, that ass, just a Spalding basketball

My alibi, shit, I’m just a local rapper, y’all

This situation I’m facing

Having beefin' niggas come together like Herm’s compilation

But I don’t know about a gangbang

‘Cause in '94, shit, it’s all about a fuckin' clique thang

So hit the J and take a tweak

And keep them eardrums open so you can listen to my creep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep

Listen to my creep, listen to my creep

Listen to my creep while you rollin' four deep

Listen to my creep…