The Creep (The O) J Dilla

[Intro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn it up
Cheating on you (Yeah)
Creeping on you (It's for you)
Cheating on you, creeping on you (With your slick ass)
Cheating on you (Huh)
Cheating on you (You can't fool me, nope)
Creeping on you (I play the game well)
Cheating on you, creeping on you (It's D-I-double-L, baby)
Cheating on you (Ay, oh)

[Verse 1]
On the creep
You home asleep, she boning me
I know the steez, baby, I know it cheat
I'm down with O.P.P., yeah, you know me
Naw, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
Lowkey pimpin', keep it on a hush-a-lot
Don't keep slippin', 'cause she'll get hers back
If they don't pay attention to her neck, her back
Just like that, she tired of waiting to exhale
She wait 'til you waze to blaze my nextel
Don't be surprised you play that way
Y'all seem difficult two can play that game
You can stay out with Craig and them, more time for me to bang out
Shit I love when you hangout
There's nothing else to do, but send her home to you
I'm through 'til the next time we screw