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creepin' through your hood - lil wayne lyrics

(intro, paul wall & [juelz santana])
swisha house baby
[juelz santana]
ya boy paul wall
[i mean, i know it’s a lot of hater on yo side]
yo i know they over there hatin on your side too
[oh yea, but’chu know we don’t give a f-ck about them n-ggas, man]
f-ck ’em

(hook, paul wall & [juelz santana])
we don’t give a f-ck about you
we tote big guns, front, we’ll pop you
[we be]
[creepin through ya hood]
[creepin through ya hood]
[mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood]

(verse 1, juelz santana)
i’m down and i’m dirty with this
i’m down to get dirty, ya b-tch
aww man, aww d-mn
the pound is just hurtin my hip
f-ck 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 f-ck about who (bout who?)
i’m like, we don’t give a f-ck about’chu (’bout you)
hat low to the front
lean back, smokin a blunt (ey!)
see that b-tton? hit that, dope in the trunk
nope, c0ke 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 n-ggas creepin through ya hooood (through ya hoood)
you don’t want my n-ggas creepin through ya woooods (through ya wooods)
you don’t wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy
you don’t want my n-ggas 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, b-tch drop and roll
gimme that watch, gimme that chain
empty them pockets and pay the toll
i hang with k!llas 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 -ss, 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 b-tch
that’ll slob a kn-b 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)

- lil wayne lyrics

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