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Текст песни Brownside - Creepin`

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Kicking it, strap on my side and I`m so highThinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-byCreeping in the alley, ese this ain`t the valleyCholos are deep in a fucking brown CaddieDrop to the floor, a fucking four door(There`s some putos we jump)Ese they`re coming for more pethoWatch real close as I levelHis head to the seat, my quette he hands meSix feet deep is where this culo staysAlthough in a coma for a couple of days, anywaysThat`s what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SCSouth Central is loco representoThe crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mentalLento, but harder than a motherfuckerCatch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker[Chorus x2]Creepin through my neighborhoodQuette on my side, always up to no goodOn the Eastside, where the balas flyOnly true gangsters ese, I don`t lieNow all you cholos know we gotta handle our streetsAlways keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creepAll gotta pay dues, think it`s time to take a cruiseBensando in my hand, fuck them foolsThey throw a rat on the fucking murder rapNow it`s time for us to go on backSimon, we`re the ones you putos can not standI`m coming to get you with a quette in my handDamn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quickNada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuckTwo balas at first then one on top for luckFuck I gotta go, this puto needs no moreTo make our escape we just drove away slowWe gotta handle ours, leaving scarsQ-Vo to the homies behind bars[Chorus x2]As I light and hit the sherm stickI sit back and think of doing crazy shitSo we roll, and it`s late at nightGot my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my sideRolling in the G-ride heading out the East SideAhora en la noche some bendejo diesSimon, it`s all a gang tripIf you`re in it and you know it say "you better not slip"Crazy cholos don`t give a fuckSimon, fuck the juras my dick they can suckStraight gang-banging till the day I dieSenor Wes I`m innocent, I don`t lieBig pantalones, creased out, t-shirtsHitting it with the homies always putting in workSur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roamLos Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home[Chorus x2]Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run awayI guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to sprayYou look like a bitch when you run from usI know you know we got guns that bustPlus you know I`ll peel your fucking capDidn`t catch you yesterday but I`ma get you off the mapSo strap, cuz they only way you`re lasting if you`re fucking blastingNever recognize me cuz I`m always masking on a missionAll the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissingDisplay my motherfucking gangster`s waySpit on his ass, tu pinche madreJust like that, making putos disappearY que, at least I`m still hereNo fear, those majotes and my Mexican PrideJump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side[Chorus x2]

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