Представляем точный текст композиции "Creepin Through Your Hood" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Juelz Santana . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Creepin Through Your Hood» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Juelz Santana передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Juelz Santana - "Creepin Through Your Hood"
Lyrics to Creepin Through Your Hood : (feat. Paul Wall) [Intro: Paul Wall & {Juelz Santana}] Swisha House baby {Juelz Santana} Ya boy Paul Wall {I mean, I know its a lot of hater on yo side} Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too {Oh yea, butchu know we dont give a fuck about them niggas, man} Fuck em [Hook: Paul Wall & {Juelz Santana}] We dont give a fuck about you We tote big guns, front, well pop you {We be} {Creepin through ya hood} {Creepin through ya hood} {Mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood} [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Im down and Im dirty with this Im down to get dirty, ya bitch Aww man, aww damn The pound is just hurtin my hip Fuck with me Ill show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped Play around clown, youll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!) He like, yeah I dont give a fuck about who (bout who') Im like, we dont give a fuck aboutchu (Bout you) Hat low to the front Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!) See that button' Hit that, dope in the trunk Nope, coke in the trunk Nope, both in the trunk That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!) You dont want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood) You dont want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods) You dont wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy You dont want my niggas leavin withcha gooooods (Gooods) So dont play like that (Dont) Dont act like that (Dont) If you aint like that (You know) [Hook] [Verse 2: Paul Wall] I got them windows tinted, five-percent Presidential limo tint I can see you, butchu cant see me Two-twenty-three with extended clip Them fifty shots gon set it off So fire drill, bitch drop and roll Gimme that watch, gimme that chain Empty them pockets and pay the toll I hang with killas out on parole Catch ya cut, run and hide Evacuate, murder-for-hire Kinda like old barb from the wire Well chop ya up like garlic cloves And cook ya ass, like Elmer the chef Take ya last breath, put on ya vest But Im aimin atcha head boy, notcha chest Now pack the iron, Ill startcha dyin Hit them legs and crease ya up Then I hit the spot with a bad bitch Thatll slob a knob 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 Well leave ya whole family in mourning Im in the hood like wig shops Im on the grind, on the block Posted up like Yao Ming In a low post, Im on the box Well chop ya up like a Screw tape And have ya hollerin like the Opera But with my side-kick goin off I aint talkin about no T-Mobile partna [Hook] [ Creepin Through Your Hood Lyrics ]
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