Lirik Lagu Creepin' - Redman
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
All my country funky brother motherfuckers
Verse One:
To my no good niggaz and my no good bitchesSorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitchesSeems y'all too bold for ya britchesEnslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggazI get raw to the core with hardcore metaphorsResevoir Dog style truly yoursYes I be the slug up in your chestThen you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettesMy nationality is, brutalityI got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casuallyYou'd be surprised how much info you can getFor a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolksPlus, that crew you run with is buttI was dusted one day when I made your man choke upRappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked upTalkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shitand go off a BIT if you do a show in da BricksYou'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulenceI keep your nervous level high niggaYou better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye niggaWhen we creep
Verse Two:
I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the RolexShinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin MoetsEspecially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitateI scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla--dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I comeLookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook meI slip the bartender some moreJust to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour]Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industryIf we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuriesForty-eight tracks of automatics and factsLyrically splat-datted
Verse One:
To my no good niggaz and my no good bitchesSorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitchesSeems y'all too bold for ya britchesEnslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggazI get raw to the core with hardcore metaphorsResevoir Dog style truly yoursYes I be the slug up in your chestThen you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettesMy nationality is, brutalityI got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casuallyYou'd be surprised how much info you can getFor a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolksPlus, that crew you run with is buttI was dusted one day when I made your man choke upRappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked upTalkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shitand go off a BIT if you do a show in da BricksYou'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulenceI keep your nervous level high niggaYou better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye niggaWhen we creep
Verse Two:
I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the RolexShinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin MoetsEspecially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitateI scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla--dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I comeLookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook meI slip the bartender some moreJust to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour]Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industryIf we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuriesForty-eight tracks of automatics and factsLyrically splat-datted
