told me work nigga better than treatin yo nose I'm the freak of the click Keep it on the tuck so I creep on a bitch And I play it on the raw never sleep
through it (GO) Candy painted Porsche, The general recruiting ??????? Niggas want my fame (Go) Niggas want my cash (GO) Nas creeping up behind me in the ski mask Joe tryna creep
home I put that on my sub [Hook:] My sub, my sub, my sub I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub I put that on my
: I landed on top of the buildin, jumped out and exploding helicopter Draggin the pilot by his jaw Used his body to break the fall He died on impact,
by the coppers, weave the imposters (eeeeerrrt) Speak to the rastas, round table feastin' on pasta (hey) Plus keep a skee on my roster (to do what) Stuffed with enough damn candy
top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta
cudi, Candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean They gimme to my fans, I'm country till I decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my
baby. she said I was a creep And I'm oh so sad, oh so bad So sad, but it's true Baby, what can I do I got a '35 Chevy on a '55 frame Can't even
goes, On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on "And the beat" "Goes!" [Big Boi] In the middle
real for em dealers serving crack on the curb, swerve To the left then I scrape my plates, now I?m dipping hopping initiating sparks on the interstate
we could go and roll (Creep) Whether you can kick it holla let me know (She creep) I'll keep it on the low, ooh oh oh (Creep creep creep creep) [Verse
it's hard to be Cause somethin bringin out the dog in me (It's like Candy) when I'm keepin my zone Chat on the phone, I lower my tone Steady plottin on
'cause witnesses we don't leave On the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On
On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes Softly through the shadow of the evenin' sun Stealin' past the windows of the blissfully dead Looking for the
for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window Creep
bay I'm in da club hollerin' When I holler a bay bay I finna get my groove on It's so hot up in da club Dat I ain't got no shoes on Holdin' up a big
bang [X3] Im In Da ring Hollerin' When I Holler Ay bang bang I Finna Get My Groove On Its So Hot Up In Da ring Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin
In Da Club Hollerin' [Verse 1:] Now When I Holla Ay Bay Bay I'm Fittin To Get My Groove On Its So Hot Up In Da Club Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On
