Creep N Crawl Lyrics - Str8 Off The Streets Of Muthap - Eazy E

Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin' Compton 

It's the downest nigga I know 

Eazy muthafuckin' me 

Bout to kick your ass in ninety-three 

I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl 

And I creep and I crawl creep creep 

I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl 

And I creep and I crawl creep creep 

I got my niggas from gravestreet watts 

I got my niggas from the CPT 

I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin' land 

Thats down with the Eazy-E 

Now, early in the mornin' I awake 

Thinkin' about these dead fool's life that I had to take 

Frontin' on a true name I peep game at point blank range 

Fuck 'em 

(Muthafuckin' right y'all) 

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Back to the set as I jet 

Not givin' a fuck about the nigga that I went 

Thats what he gotta shout for actin' like a trick 

Now he's 6 feet and I'm deep in his bitch 

Creepin' creepin' creepin' on the marks that be sleepin' 

Catch you slippin' slap the clip in buck 'em every weekend 

A scandalous lil' nigga with the heart to feel remorse 

Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma's porch 

Don't give a fuck about shit that's why I mellow 

Or maybe it's the fact that I'm kin to the devil 

A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a 

Nigga for a 'cause I'm a muthafuckin' killer 

Thriller from Manilla though I'm shown as the average 

Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin' savage 

I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl 

And I creep and I crawl creep creep 

I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl 

And I creep and I crawl creep creep 

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I got my niggas from gravestreet watts 

I got my niggas from the CPT 

I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin' land 

Thats down with the Eazy-E 

Now, later on that night as I'm rollin' 

Lookin' for a nigga I can gat and pack a hole in 

Stoppin' at a light on the latenight 

Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right 

See some niggas slippin' at a burger stand 

And in my mind all I'm thinkin' is a murder plan 

Creepin' through the drive through kinda slow 

I got my hot beams on the back of the 4 

Yo, smokin' on chronic with the rag down 

Not knowin' I'm about to lay their ass down 

Reach for them fools make my move 

Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth 

With the gat to the nigga's dome now he's sleeps 

One shot to the top body flopped on the seat 

Peep, I dumped on the lil' skinny passenger 

A bitch is screamin' in a rage so I blasted her 

Smashed and I got about 5 blocks 

Before I got stopped by punk ass cops 

(Shit, fuck 'em) 

Fuck you, muthafucka 

Ha, ha, ha