a muthafuckin main (course??) (???) thats why i make so many corpse cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop my nine millimeter goes Pop! my sign going to creep them, nightmare creeper
Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it Relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger Come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya Work it like a Solo
be rollin solo im creepin on the low low creepin on the low low creepin on the low low i be rollin, i be rollin solo im creepin on the low creepin on
, I'ma back slap her throat What, raise the roof up, fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up, Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo Incognito
-six If she wanna try and mix Business and pleasure make up your own mind You gotta be a hoe on your own time Don't sleep 'cause even on a solo creep
you'll regret and somethin' 'bout a bitch you just met Don't trust 'em Eight o'clock on the dot, nigga's hot Dick hard as a rock Straight on a solo creep
side Elbows up, side to side Elbows up, side to side Elbows up, side to side Like a cholo All up in the club, ten deep Lookin' for some hyenas, we on the creep
t As they're runnin' through the minutes On their cell phones So the picture's painted You got the point And that junk's creepin' into my solo joint
what Ricky said Que mas da, solo quiero tu amor Si ayer te dije que nunca mas Volveria amarte asi Pero sigues clavada en mi te perdonare Que mas da, solo
our call [Chorus:] Please, save us please, save us Now! [Solo licks: Kai] Save us--from the gods of thunder Save us--from the dogs of war Save us--from the creeping
I defile Carefully scoring her skin I begin from within Removing her organs inspected Still nothing detected [Solo Jack Owen] One way to achieve The info I need Continuing to cleave [Solo
d he lose that? Heard he got dropped from Universal, how he lose that? Heard his new single and that (Creepin' (Solo)'s) super whack Anyways, Ludacris
the microphone off the stand, and you'll get beat in the head (*talking*) Yeah, my solo album Controversy Sells Drops in November, on the same day as Paul Wall's "People's Champ" solo
on, we can all get along But if ya step to me wrong, I'm gonna bang ya like a gong And I don't need a gang to do it, I creep solo Beat ya till ya dead
t imagine being solo Now I'm good with me This is where your girl start acting crazy This is what you hear on the radio This is why I'm stressin', creepin
all that, no Not with a 9 fadin' my back, I don't hang with the hat pack, bang Yo, I'm runnin' silent, solo black Sleek neat creepin' gangk peepin',
sale to make mail from the damn feds Now I'm about to get high Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's Dre Dog creeps solo Me be