Skinhead Rob - Late Night Creepin' lyrics

[Bun B] Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down And the street lights start comin' on in the town When the kids go inside and old foks go to sleep Thats when real G's come out on the creep Midnight movin through the city on the low Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow Pop trunk on dis b**h and I'm ready to go You never know what the night might hold After hours motherf**ers act way too cold You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold Now a days its a struggle to survive Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive I'mma grip my grain, and co*k my gun And show these mother f**ers how its done When your late night creepin... [Hook: Bun B] Cause we don't come out till after dark With nothing less than 28 grams of spark And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip Everytime that its time to flip You can find me Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac' With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back Haters on the prowl and the one time peepin' We don't give a f** we just late night creepin' In the late night Thats w, thats w Thats when real G's c come out on the creep [Bun B] I got my two 4-5s and they loaded and locked Keep em' both on co*k for I step on the block It's the grave yard sh** cause we out on the grind And we don't care about time cause its money on mind We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread We ain't worried bout sleep f** goin to bed We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang I do my thing and you can't tell me different Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it I'm programmed automatic with this G sh** And that go for every other cat you see me with Glock turned on with the burn on the hip I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip I'mma grip my grain, and co*k my gun And show these mother f**ers how its done When your late night creepin..... [Hook] - 2X [Skinhead Rob] In the late night better get your face right Everything sells, b**hes to the ba** pipe I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks I ain't braggin homie these are just the cold facts We known to hold gats and nobody hold back f** a cheap shot i'll take out your whole back So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip Ain't nobody walk away cause ain't nobody give a sh** b**h I'm livin and I love it it's beautiful Somethin like the smell of crap when I'm watchin your noodle blow We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread Don't give a sh** you never heard of us We known among the murderous For toatin heavy metal push the good sh** pour the purple up [Hook] [Bun B] You can find me Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac' With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back Haters on the prowl and the one time peepin' We don't give a f** we just late night creepin' [Hook]