Creative Hip-Hop's video: Boo-Yaa T R I B E - Kreepin Through Yo Hood

Kreepin' Through Yo Hood, an awesome performance by the Samoan hip hop legends @BooYaaTRIBE 🚨 Available on the album Doomsday: https://booyaatribe.lnk.to/Doomsday 🎧 Listen to more great Hip-Hop classics: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLYxqDU3Jbf7mQ3SGXxmxXb8ildBzebVqp Lyrics: They said big man was mad, said my time has come [So I jammed the whole barrel with dirty mouth full of gun] Tappin' my telephone, knowin' when I was home But didn't now I had access to the 44 chrome Heard a knock at the door, didn't ask who it was But I knew what they wanted was the otha side blood Now the payback was pain but the job wasn't done I busted right through the door breakin' off only one I ran outs the back door, jumped into my ride Chased em down the street and slammed em right to the side They tried to cover their face but it just didn't do Puttin' nothin' but holes till them fools wouldn't move With a period they go delirious Only fools that come to ghetto take us serious They tried to hit up a [mitch] and they still ain't shit Cause they still couldn't figure who they dealin' with [Chorus] Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up) We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up) We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up) Its been so so long since I've been gorwin' my s**t Now I'm backs likes a pirate comes to jack your ship So raise the f***s out yo (ride), lets me gets in (side) While I whips this (tale) abouts the (otha side) Now every night at Halloween [motha?] 4th of July So trick or treat even if ya creep everybody die So watch yo back watch yo back while we creeps it slow Who was [woofin] on my drivebys in 94' They gotta be tricks off the ship tryin to be yo fried Once the ship takes sail watch them take their swim So takes a long stroke they best not know how to float[flow?] I got they Mommas still complainin' bout them I wrote So whats the fucks out the hood it ain't no good And if ya homies wanna trip than I thinks we should [Chorus] Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side Motha f******s you don't know me We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up) We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up) We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up) Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up) We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up) We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up) They claimin' they don't die, they sayin' that they multiply Now thats a damn lie, blew his head off to the f****n' sky Bust it in the air just to know that's I could Now every single badge in my city in my hood Lookin' for the set, thinkin' up to mo s**t You can knock the one time fools to save the west west b***h Backs off my line motha f***a when I speak [Cuz we can f**k rats to pudle in da street?] Cuz where I come from motha f****s they soft And where I'm from if ya soft then ya lost Get the f**k away from me treat you like the enemy Wanna get back in motha fucka yous crazy [Chorus] Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side Motha f*****s you don't know me Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side Motha f******s you don't know me We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up) We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up) We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up) As we left enemy territory we saw the police and ambulance pass fast in a hurry Thinkin' about them dead motha f****s we left on the cement Men underneath, raw dear early retirement We hit the gas pedal to the floor, just another casualty of a gang war Then we was spotted by the f****n' patrolin' I was the doormen, I waited till he got closer then I shot his ass in his abdomen Watched his guts splatter The police helicopter chased us down on the off ramp We got out and strait started sprayin' they a** like the f*****n' N**i concentration d**th camp Leavin' them homeless as we drove away in a slow place Now its they turn to be in the hole like they did my ace Found dead on the front grass, G's from the otha side kickin' that motha f****n' ass