Creepin' (Explicit)

Kicking it strap on my side and I'm so high

Thinking bout them putos that tried to do the drive by

Creeping in the alley ese this ain't the valley

Cholos are deep in a f**king brown Caddie

Drop to the floor a f**king four door

There's some putos we jump

Ese they're 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

That's what I see on 21 Street where we meet in the big SC

South Central is loco represento

The crazy a*s Eastside is in your f**king mental

Lento but harder than a motherf**ker

Catch me on a bad day knockin out a clucker

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 don't lie

Now all you cholos know we gotta handle our streets

Always keeping trucha 'cause the black and whites creep

All gotta pay dues think it's time to take a cruise

Bensando in my hand f**k them fools

They throw a rat on the f**king murder rap

Now it's time for us to go on back

Simon we're the ones you putos can not stand

I'm coming to get you with a quette in my hand

D**n there he goes stop I go I caught his a*s quick

Nada me duro puro blu blu to his stomach I stuck

Two balas at first then one on top for luck

F**k 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

As I light and hit the sherm stick

I sit back and think of doing crazy s**t

So we roll and it's 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 it's all a gang trip

If you're in it and you know it say you better not slip

Crazy cholos don't give a f**k

Simon f**k the juras my d**k they can suck

Straight gang banging till the day I die

Senor Wes I'm innocent I don't lie

Big pantalones creased out t shirts

Hitting it with the homies always putting in work

Sur X Tres is where the f**k I roam

Los Angeles

East Side

Is where I call my home

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 b***h when you run from us

I know you know we got guns that bust

Plus you know I'll peel your f**king cap

Didn't catch you yesterday but I'ma get you off the map

So strap 'cause they only way you're lasting if you're f**king blasting

Never recognize me 'cause I'm always masking on a mission

All the santos missing then they shoot this fool and then start dissing

Display my motherf**king gangster's way

Spit on his a*s tu pinche madre

Just like that making putos disappear

Why que at least I'm still here

No fear those majotes and my Mexican Pride

Jump in the lowride and cruisin through my East Side