Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx – Crawl Thru the Hood

Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx – Crawl Thru the Hood Lyrics

Artist: Brotha Lynch Hung & Sicx
Song: Crawl Thru the Hood

Come creep with me
Come creeps with me
Come creep with the n#gg# with the 4-4 pump
Lookin for that n#gg# with the funk, with the 24th street block n#gg# named lynch

Pump-pump when i dump yo punk #ss
In a ditch
n#gg# this creek sicc muthaf#cka right here is like {?} stay up all night
So {?} yo whole muthaf#ckin hood wit white chalk-sta

Take the fate for the only n#gg# that raise up
To a sicc muthaf#cka {?} bass up
Straight up n#gg#
No love from a trigga that comes

From a n#gg# that runs with the one
That’ll chew the p#ss# up like gum
n#gg# hit this block sweet
Hot ones creep from the devil the red caprice

Fool catch this heat from mr spliff
A gift to lift your feet up the muthaf#ckin concrete
Cough up, your meat, yo nuts, yo guts, your soul
To a schitz with the 4-4 pis-

’tola, blood freezing up like cola
n#gg# done {?}
Thinking about this sh#t feels good
As i crawl up through your muthaf#ckin hood

Creeps as i creeps as i crawls thru thе hood
Crawls, thru the hood i let em know {?} good
As i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru thе hood
Crawls, thru the hood

Lettin’ em have it like a g should
As i creeps as i creeps and crawls up thru yo hood
Crawls, thru the hood i let em know {?} good
As i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru the hood

Crawls, up thru your hood
Letting em have it like a g should
50 {?}
Hold my dick and light a stick of bomb toke

n#gg# pump-pump pump-pump-pump-pump through my window
Look at this sh#t
Glass and shells up on my dashboard
I hit the floor lookin for my 4-4

n#gg# swerve to the left, can’t see
Better liquor for i be
Either wrapped to a pole
Or flippin my sh#t or peeled up to a tree

Come follow me deep
Come swallow my heat
I got they #ss
Where i want em

c#ck the clip in
Flip a {?} triple sixes right up on em
Playin chicken while i’m leakin’ blood and glass
From my arms and hands and face burning up like mace

Kicking my #ss
These n#gg#s ain’t movin’ an inch
Finna’ clench my sh#t, but grab my wheel
These fools is hella loc’d

But show em mine so let’s get ill
I take my sh#t for {?} to sixty-five
They match my speed, i hit that weed until we both collide
To my rambo sh#t i grab my strap fell out the door

Rollin on my back, i’m buckin
Fifty-one-fifty n#gg#s wanna get me
But f#ck dying like that
Still lettin’ em have it and to my surprise

My forty-fo’ grip tore up mo sh#t, blowing guts to bits
Insides, and chunks of meat, n#gg# 24th streets of g’s
Got this n#gg#s back and i counted about six hundred and sixty-six muthaf#ckers that’ll wrap your nuts up in a sack
And it’s like that

Creeps as i creeps and crawls, thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood i let em know {?} good
As i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru the hood
Crawls, up thru yo hood

Lettin’ em have it like a g should
As i creeps as i creeps as i crawls thru the hood
Crawls, thru the hood and let em know {?} good
As i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru your hood

Crawls, thru your hood
Lettin’ em have it like a g should
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Release Year: 1998