Songtexte:
Bone Brothers Still Creepin On Ah Come Up

was "Creepin on ah Come Up", we was tryin'a get paid Before a nigga really came of age We was walkin with a trench on, totin that gauge High tech boots on

[Layzie Bone:] B-O-N-E-T-H-U-G B-O-N-E-T-H-U-G B-O-N-E-T-H-U-G B-O-N-E-T-H-U-G Yeah, what it do y'all Who got the weed? This ya boy lil Layzie Bone,

pimpin, c'mon Roll it on up, let's get high, let's get wild, not too tired On the one, Jesus Christ plus the light, so precise Roll it on up, let's get

buried up, these motherfuckers is scared to touch Rush up on a nigga with the wig split still Even though these niggaz sue I gotta keep it real For the house up on

] (Shit, Layzie Bone, Big Tubby... this your boy Layzie Bone) [Chorus x2: Thin C (Layzie)] I've been drinkin and you're on my mind (toss it up, comin

my head Fed's talkin, they watchin me in the bed tearin my broad up "That dick is kinda small, my bitch is too much." C'mon, creep on ah come up and

atcha dome Mr. Bones, Madrox, who you trippin on? My appetite is planetary when I'm screamin unicorn (Uuniiiiiicornn!) Show me who we bumpin on, show

one (Ha ha ah) They come to me only for money Don't give em a nickel (don't give em a shit)/ My brother was doing it with me until he was tooken but

Hey, What do we say (say, say) Creepin' on ah come up Baby This is the way that we play I Try to warn ya everyday (day, day) In the belly in the brain