Представляем точный текст композиции "Creepin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Brownside . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Creepin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Brownside передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Brownside - "Creepin"
Lyrics to Creepin : Kicking it, strap on my side and Im so high Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive-by Creeping in the alley, ese this aint the valley Cholos are deep in a fucking brown Caddie Drop to the floor, a fucking four door (Theres some putos we jump) Ese theyre coming for more petho Watch real close as I level His head to the seat, my quette he hands me Six feet deep is where this culo stays Although in a coma for a couple of days, anyways Thats what I see on 21 Street, where we meet in the big SC South Central is loco represento The crazy ass Eastside is in your fucking mental Lento, but harder than a motherfucker Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker [Chorus x2] Creepin through my neighborhood Quette on my side, always up to no good On the Eastside, where the balas fly Only true gangsters ese, I dont lie Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets Always keeping trucha cuz the black and whites creep All gotta pay dues, think its time to take a cruise Bensando in my hand, fuck them fools They throw a rat on the fucking murder rap Now its time for us to go on back Simon, were the ones you putos can not stand Im coming to get you with a quette in my hand Damn there he goes, stop, I go, I caught his ass quick Nada me duro puro, blu blu to his stomach I stuck Two balas at first then one on top for luck Fuck I gotta go, this puto needs no more To make our escape we just drove away slow We gotta handle ours, leaving scars Q-Vo to the homies behind bars [Chorus x2] As I light and hit the sherm stick I sit back and think of doing crazy shit So we roll, and its late at night Got my little homey Sharp, and Wicked by my side Rolling in the G-ride heading out the East Side Ahora en la noche some bendejo dies Simon, its all a gang trip If youre in it and you know it say "you better not slip" Crazy cholos dont give a fuck Simon, fuck the juras my dick they can suck Straight gang-banging till the day I die Senor Wes Im innocent, I dont lie Big pantalones, creased out, t-shirts Hitting it with the homies always putting in work Sur, X-Tres is where the fuck I roam Los Angeles (East Side) is where I call my home [Chorus x2] Enemigas try and fade, when we show up they run away I guess they seen us coming with our guns ready to spray You look like a bitch when you run from us I know you know we got guns that bust Plus you know Ill peel your fucking cap Didnt catch you yesterday but Ima get you off the map So strap, cuz they only way youre lasting if youre fucking blasting Never recognize me cuz Im always masking on a mission All the santos missing, then they shoot this fool and then start dissing Display my motherfucking gangsters way Spit on his ass, tu pinche madre Just like that, making putos disappear Y que, at least Im still here No fear, those majotes and my Mexican Pride Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side [Chorus x2] [ Creepin Lyrics ]
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