Lyrical Breakdown of Bonus Track: Late Night Creepin Feat. Skinhead Rob & Travis Barker - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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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 folks go to sleep (go to sleep)
That's when real G's come out on the creep (huh)
Midnight movin through the city on the low (low)
Sippin on some sizzurp and smokin on some dro (dro)
Got the TV's on, but my screens on glow
Pop trunk on this muthafucka, I'm ready to go (ready to go)
You never know what the night might hold
After hours, the motherfuckers act way too bold
You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll but if you
Fake you might fold (you might fold)
Cause nowadays it's a struggle to survive
In some of these dark alleyways that eat you alive
I'mma grip my grain (grain), and cock my gun (gun)
To show these motherfuckers how it's
Done when you're late night creepin
See we don't come out 'til after dark (after dark)
With nothin less than 28 grams of spark (grams of spark)
And nothin less than 16 ounces of sip (ounces of sip)
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin
In the late night
That's when, that's when
That's when real G's come out on the creep
I got my two 4-5's and they loaded and locked (locked)
Keep 'em both on cock 'fore I step on the block (block)
It's the graveyard shift and we out on the grind (grind)
We don't care about time cause it's money on my mind (mind)
We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread (bread)
We ain't worried 'bout sleep, fuck goin to bed (bed)
We the last ones to leave after hittin them stains (stains)
Take it back to the boulevard with 4's on swang (on swang)
I do my thang and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might stiffen (for real)
I'm programmed automatic for this G shit
And that go for every other cat you see me with (yep)
Nocturnal with the burner on the hip (hip)
I'm throwin up the deuce out a candy-painted whip
I'mma grip my grain (grain), cock my gun (gun)
To show these motherfuckers how it's
Done when you're late night creepin
See we don't come out 'til after dark (after dark)
With nothin less than 28 grams of spark (grams of spark)
And nothin less than 16 ounces of sip (ounces of sip)
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin
We don't come out 'til after dark (after dark)
With nothin less than 28 grams of spark (grams of spark)
And nothin less than 16 ounces of sip (ounces of sip)
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin
In the late night, better get your face right
Everything sells, bitches to the base pipe
I seen it all, eyes redder than a brake light
Bloodshot 20/20 through the K sight
I'm in a gold Lac, bought it off of sold sacks
I ain't braggin homie, these are just the cold facts
We known to hold gats, ain't nobody hold back
Fuck 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 givin a shit
Bitch I'm livin it, I love it, it's beautiful
Somethin like the smell of Kodak while I'm watchin your noodles blow
My fingers pharmaceuticals are breakin the bitch
With residue up in my cuticles from breakin a brick
Could give a shit, you never heard of us, we known among the murderers
For totin heavy metal, pushin kush and blowin purple up
See we don't come out 'til after dark (after dark)
With nothin less than 28 grams of spark (grams of spark)
And nothin less than 16 ounces of sip (ounces of sip)
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin
See we don't come out 'til after dark (after dark)
With nothin less than 28 grams of spark (grams of spark)
And nothin less than 16 ounces of sip (ounces of sip)
Everytime that it's time to flip
You can find me rollin through the hood
Hood), leanin in the 'lac ('lac)
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back (back)
Haters on the prowl and the one-time peepin
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin