Chronic Dro - PEEPIN' lyrics

Peepin' [Hook] (4x) Peepin' in my window Month of September Ridin' foreign car in the winter [Verse 1: Chronic Dro] Two AM, who's that peepin in my window Equipped with hollow tip, lead clip in my pencil Oher rappers traced out with a stencil We ain't never been no goodie mob, we do wrong Go around looking like Cheech and Chong Jack the Ripper when it comes to bongs James Bond sneaking into lil mamas house Hand under the blouse, we got a full house Active motherf**ers, ridin' that dirty south Nawf side with all that pride in our mouth Me and Bo show y'all what we about Counting up big amounts, Swiss and cheese Plotting on the cheddar, y'all bad like the weather We certified trend setters, who's better? Y'all want beef, well I'm tough as leather Not one place in the world you can call shelter f** the world, ignorance is my own bliss Present tense me, but I ain't no gift Living how we do, doing what we live Not a single f** I can give [Hook] (4x) Peepin' in my window Month of September Ridin' foreign car in the winter [Verse 2: Bo Bundy] Candy coated fleet wood, that 1989 Fifth wheel poking out, got the seat on recline I represent my hood got more wood than a lumberjack 6'4 hoping up, like it's doing jumping jacks Diamonds on my chain, I got them diamonds on my frame Switching lane to lane while gripping wood grain Houston Texas, n***a Yeah you know I'm the realest Pimp C reincarnated, I'm the f**ing trillest Told this b**h gimme head, catch no kind of feelings Can't fall in love hoe, I ain't f**ing with it Momma always told me don't trust these hoes Keep it real with your n***as and play your f**ing role We Ridin' on fo's, avoiding potholes Ridin' low pros, ridin' through the fo fo That's that Acres Home all the way to the Mo My eyes sittin' low cause the hydrocodone [Hook] (4x) Peepin' in my window Month of September Ridin' foreign car in the winter [Verse 3: Lukang] Iced cube Sprite, jolly ranchers up in the actavis b**hes really love how I get down with the rapping sh** Ladies y'all know, it ain't no thang But these n***as they get mad when they mention Lukang I'm a young up and coming rapper, I could use the publicity Real a** n***a so you know the bullsh** missing me People nodding their heads, that means they feelin' me I'm going hard, I devour all my enemies Ride a slab is the way of the land I'm creepin' during rush hour, you can call me Jackie Chan Got these n***as sweatin', sh** hand on my fan Yo b**h just turned it up, because she know I'm the man I got plans n***a, I'm going straight to top No one hit wonders, hell nah, I ain't gon flop I'm a keep doing my thing, while you haters hoping I'm not So sit back, relax, and watch me count these fat a** knots [Hook] (4x) Peepin' in my window Month of September Ridin' foreign car in the winter