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mohammad dangerfield - on the creep lyrics

[verse 1: rugged n raw]
one late night walk home looking at stars
’till i see a busty babe unhooking her bra
i stand there, big stiffy, open eyes
don’t think she remembered to close her blinds
start to tiptoe closer to the window
she taking off her panties while dancing to calypso
now i got my face pressed against the gl-ss
she grabbed her pj’s so i guess i better dash
see two shadows emerging in front of me
i’m cornered, no where to run for me
her father and brother caught me peepin’
then she saw me to shut the lights and started screamin’

“whatcha’ doing around here?”
“uh, uh, i’m with the uh, neighborhood watch. yeah, neighborhood watch, lots of crime here!”
“robby, get my shotgun…”
“my mom’s printing out my badge tomorrow…”

[verse 2: hasan salaam]
i’ve been patiently waiting for about ten minutes
watching this whip sitting with the keys in the ignition
not that it’s an act that i all out condone
but just on principle alone i should drive that sh-t home
either one a benz or a beamer
chop-shop ’round the block, make sure my knots greener
out of state plates ain’t say sh-t but a word
and they leaving the engine running insulting new jerse’
the owner don’t deserve a fine whip of that nature
especially with the windows cracked enough for my coat hanger
the jersey instinct kickin’ in, up to ten
so i pop the f-cking locks, jump in for a spin and then…

“hey, hey, what are you doing?”
“wait oh, my bad i thought this was my car, let me try my keys just to make sure this sh-t works, ya know what i’m saying?”
“its my license plates…”
“i’ll be right back.”
“okay”

[verse 3: swave sevah]
i’m in the suburbs, 3 holes, new jerse’
beautiful neighborhood, houses looking superb
reminding me of all the stuff i don’t have
just then, i noticed someone left their door cracked
i need a closer look, this here i need to see
rich people think its sweet, ’bout to be a b&e
getting more excited with each step i’m approaching in
wait, look around, sure that the coast is clear
weigh my options, i’m broke and it’s friday
don’t see no one around, no car in the driveway
just as i’m about to creep in the door
it opens! some man looks at me, oh no i’m caught!

“oh there you go, finally!”
“huh…”
“yeah man, i got the pool stuff out back i don’t know what took you so long, you supposed to be here at twelve, it is now twelve fifteen, i don’t know what’s going on i’ve got places to go! ya’ know what i’m saying?”
“the pool? oh, oh, the pool! alright, i’ll be right back…”

- mohammad dangerfield lyrics

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