[Intro]
Busted out the window, and has escaped on foot, so...
He's screaming for our help, and he's chasing after that on foot, so
We're after that
Lets see if we can chase this guy
(Sirens)
We're behind him
Hold on
[Verse 1: Creeper]
Ever since a youngster, only [?] in a hustler
Never been a buster, learned from my brother
Had to bang on motherfuckers, gangster ways
Since my elementary days, spread the truth since the youth
Now this shit up in the booth, quick to fuckin' shoot
Stomping motherfuckers out with my Stacy Adams boots
Yeah, I'm 'bout my loot, all about my cash
Quick to blast n' smash, I'll leave your face down on the grass
Gang related individual, they label me a criminal
My stilo way original, whether if its physical or lyrical
[?] you are vatos are hysterical
I leave'em out on critical, the damage won't be minimal
Play you bitches at the game of pinnacle
I put them bullets all up in your vehicles
Sipping on the average, on the mic I'm a savage
I'm doing damage, in English or Spanish, making competition crash
[Hook: Creeper & Mr. Blue]
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
[Verse 2: Mr. Blue]
Shit, I ain't caught up in this game, I was brought up in this thing
Evil ways lethal days, make me wanna do my thing
Now I'm lost up in the maze, so I sit here and I blaze
10 years pass, now I'm noticing a phase
Kicking pisto by the case, putting cuetes in your face
I'm Sur Town banging, all up in this fucking place
Cutting fools with razor blades, blowing shit up like grenades
10 years old when I caught my first case
Went to juvie hall, got sprayed up in the face
Didn’t I learned my lesson, all I seen was wasted days
Now I'm back on the street, busting fucking GTAs
Serving up the fiends, keeping trucha for the raid
I'm doing as I please, just as long as I get paid
Drinking in the peace, mobbing in the fast lane
So much drama in this motherfucking game
So I slang or bang, this is how I maintain
[Hook: Creeper & Mr. Blue]
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
[Verse 3: Creeper]
I'm strapped with semi-automatics
Leaving motherfuckers panicked
Escalating the status to be the baddest
I'm on the grind for the cabbage
On the grind for them carats
I ain't stopping til I'm rich and living lavish
It's time to get it crackin’, trying to make it happen
So I'm doing this rappin’
I do the slanging and jacking
24 inches spin, when I'm straight Cadillacing
Don't get it twisted, ese, 'cause I'm still down for the smashing
I'm talking dumping and blasting
The K spraying and capping
It is what it is, you're fucking with an assassin
But I'll only kill if you push me, after money and pussy
Decorating the pad with assault rifles and uzis
I live that real gangster shit, you watching too many movies
Think you better think twice before you try to step to me
Step heavy in the waist, levas try to face
Put them putos in they place, fuck it if I catch a case
[Hook: Creeper & Mr. Blue]
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
Yeah, we caught up in the fast life, doing what we feel like
Mobbin' in the G ride, throwing up the gang signs
Representin' Centro Side, cruising through the 805
(Nine in my sock, quick to bust a homicide)
[Outro]
Turned into a foot pursuit...
Yeah, he has the face of a well known felon, and...
He's escaping, he now has a warrant for that
Took off running, doesn't have a valid license, the car may be stolen, had the ignition punched
While chasing him, he basically reached into his pocket, and accessed a knife, and uh
It had come out of his pocket right about the time I struck him with a baton
And, I'm glad I did that, because he was a felon, he was trying to pull a knife on me while we were running along, so...
