Creepin’ While Ya Sleepin’ Tommy Wright III (Ft. Mac T Dog)

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

[Verse 1: Mac T Dog]
Jump into the Chevy, while I'm strapped like John with that M16
Bumpin' Bobby Womack when I cruise up out the state ring
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 nigga
Bored as hell, scopin' out these niggas 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 yo' dome John, 4 Corners bound, clown
5-0 on my ass, I jumped a gate and went to Tommy's crib
Huffin' and puffin' and scuffin' my nigga, way home, I hit the damn hills
Lay low, 'til my shit cool down on them fuckin' streets
Right back on this thing and stroll, hit 'em up with that .380
Niggas in motherfuckin' [?] tryin' to blow these motherfuckin' [?] my ass
Why you tryin' to splurge you bitch? Lay yo' ass down in the grass
Ho, if you try to run, best believe, I'll pullin' the trigger
Lay yo' ass on the ground, bitch, It's time to rob, nigga

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