Creepin’ Through Your Hood Lil Wayne (Ft. Juelz Santana & Paul Wall)

(Intro, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana])
Swisha House baby
[Juelz Santana]
Ya boy Paul Wall
[I mean, I know it's a lot of hater on yo side]
Yo I know they over there hatin on your side too
[Oh yea, but'chu know we don't give a fuck about them niggas, man]
Fuck 'em

(Hook, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana])
We don't give a fuck about you
We tote big guns, front, we'll pop you
[We be]
[Creepin through ya hood]
[Creepin through ya hood]
[Mask low, mean mug, creepin through ya hood]

(Verse 1, Juelz Santana)
I'm down and I'm dirty with this
I'm down to get dirty, ya bitch
Aww man, aww damn
The pound is just hurtin my hip
Fuck with me
I'll show you how them pounds and them birdies get flipped
Play around clown, you'll get found in the dirtiest ditch (Ey!)
He like, yeah I don't give a fuck about who (bout who?)
I'm like, we don't give a fuck about'chu ('Bout you)
Hat low to the front
Lean back, smokin a blunt (Ey!)
See that button? Hit that, dope in the trunk
Nope, coke in the trunk
Nope, both in the trunk
That gun is on my hip too, I been hopin you stunt (Yup!)
You don't want my niggas creepin through ya hooood (Through ya hoood)
You don't want my niggas creepin through ya woooods (Through ya wooods)
You don't wanna see that pistol in ya face, homeboy
You don't want my niggas leavin wit'cha gooooods (Gooods)
So don't play like that (Don't)
Don't act like that (Don't)
If you ain't like that (You know)