Creepin’ While Ya Sleepin’ lyrics

[Chorus: Eazy-E & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
Now give it to me, b*tch

[Verse 1: Mac T Dog]
Jump into the Chevy while I'm strapped like jab with that M16
Bumpin' Bobby Womack when I cruise up out the skate rink
Smokin' on that dank, I'm high as hell, with my hand up on the trigger
Thinkin' in my mind, sippin' on gin, it's time to rob a n*gga
Bored as hell, scopin' out these n*ggas with their fat bank
Seen two white boys on the street, tryna flauge up off them crackers, mane
Stomped 'em up, I'm down with them, then I bailed out, to my battleground
Chrome to your dome, John, Four Corners bound, clown
Five-O on my ass, I jumped a gate and went to Tommy's crib
Huffin' and puffin' and scuffin' my n*gga, way home, I hit the damn hills
Lay low 'til my sh*t cool down on the f*ckin' streets
Right back on the stang and stroll, hittin' 'em up with that .380
n*ggas they motherf*ckin' fake, tryin' to flauge with these motherf*ckin' golds, just blow them ahead
Why you tryin' to splurge you b*tch? Lay your ass down in the grass
Ho, if you try to run, best believe I'm pullin' the trigger
Lay your ass on the ground, b*tch, It's time to rob, n*gga

[Chorus: 8Ball, Eazy-E & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
[Verse 2: Mac T Dog]
Pearl handle .38 in my hand, stangin' a trick
Smith & Wesson to your dome, drop it off your ass, b*tch
M-A-C-T-D-O-G flat creepin' with that pistol, though
I'm finna rob a sissy n*gga and get might down messy, ho
Makin' cheese on these motherf*ckin' hoes, left and right
Ride in the drop top, five-point-O, trick, it's on when they hit me, mane
Smokin' on the skunk, with my trunk rattlin' from my bump
Mac T Dog, murder in the first degree, got these n*ggas buck jumpin'
Ho, I'm constantly robbin' and my pockets steady gettin' bigger
Pass me the f*ckin' Glock, b*tch, it's time to rob, n*gga

[Chorus: 8Ball, Eazy-E & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Now give it to me, b*tch
Everybody get face down

[Verse 3: Mac T Dog]
A clip to the steel chrome, n*gga, don't step wrong
If you do, I just might click and blow a hole in your f*ckin' dome
Boom, boom, boom to the dome, lay dead b*tch
Gangster type on a f*ckin' strike, Mac T finna fool a clique
Tommy Wright on the creep, with that f*ckin' sawed-off
Do a f*ckin' homicide then we get in the car and ball off
Pick up Jay, we finna do a stang, so we gettin' strapped
.38 nine Glock, .45, the yalk cap
Ridin' around the M-Town, smokin' n*ggas with that fat bank
Seen a trizzick do the shizzit, get a f*ckin' daily gang
See a b*tch, we mack 'em down, Mac gon' check that dome wet, trick
Pimpin' n*gga from Four Corners, now you know we got the clique
Fowler Homes, McLemore, Mallory Peek, View the Garden down, with this f*ckin' underground pimpin' frown
Skatin' rink bound, where the real n*ggas be hangin' with a trigger
f*ck this sh*t, let's vamp my n*gga, b*tch, It's time to rob, n*gga
[Chorus: 8Ball, Eazy-E & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Now give it to me, b*tch
Everybody get face down

[Verse 4: Tommy Wright III]
I'm high as hell, can't you tell, mane, I'm on cloud nine
Vamp to the crib, grab a rib 'cause it's robbin' time
Up, oh, it's twelve o' clock on the dot, time to scram
Hit a trick for his sh*t, a Gucci link or some yams
Vampin' from the scenery, gots to make the get-away clean
Ain't time for sellin' dope 'cause I'm too busy doin' stains
Always creepin', never sleepin', gimme your money and don't say nothin'
Blow his brain on the sidewalk, 'cause that n*gga thought I was bluffin'
Made a dash, quick and fast, meanwhile, gimme your cash
If you don't, dash your ass, on your ass I'm gon' blast
Put you in the med with a bullet hole in your spine
With my n*gga T Dog, grippin' that engine, engine, number nine
Chillin' on the corner with my n*ggas, while we planin'
Like Super Man I jump in the sky, watch me turn into Captain Bandit
Finna' clown on the punk, time to stomp on the ho
Leavin' n*ggas in my trunk, unidentified, John Doe
[Chorus: 8Ball, Eazy-E & Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Everybody get face down
Now give it to me, b*tch
It's time to rob, n*gga, it's time to rob, n*gga
Now give it to me, b*tch
Everybody get face down