(feat. Skinhead Rob, Travis Barker)


[1st Verse (Bun B)]

Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down

And the street lights start comin' on in the town

When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep

Thats when real G's come out on the creep

Midnight movin through the city on the low

Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro

Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow

Pop trunk on dis bitch and i'm ready to go

You never know what the night might hold

At the hour of the fungus actin way too cold

You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold

If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold

Now a days its a struggle to survive 

Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive

I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun

And show these mother fuckers how its done

When your late night creepin.....



[chorus (Bun B)]

Cuz we don't come out till after dark

With nothing less than 28 grams of spark

And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip

Everytime that its time to flip

You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'



In the late night

Thats w,   thats w,  

Thats when real G's c come out on the creep



[2nd Verse (Bun B)]

I got my two  4-5s and they loaded and locked

Keep em'  both on cock for i step on the block

It's the grave yard shit cuz we out on the grind

And we don't care about time cuz its money on mind

We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread

We aint worried bout sleep fuck goin to bed

We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs

Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang

I do my thing and you can't tell me different

Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it

I'm programmed automatic with this G shit

And that go for every other cat you see me with

Glock turned on with the burn on the hip

I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip

I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun

And show these mother fuckers how its done

When your late night creepin.....



[chorus (Bun B)]

Cuz we don't come out till after dark

With nothing less than 28 grams of spark

And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip

Everytime that its time to flip

You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'



Cuz we don't come out till after dark

With nothing less than 28 grams of spark

And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip

Everytime that its time to flip

You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'



[Verse 3 (Skinhead Rob)]

In the late night better get your face right

Everything sells, bitches to the bass pipe

I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light

Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight

I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks

I aint braggin homie these are just the cold facts

We known to hold gats and nobody hold back

Fuck a cheap shot i'll take out your whole back

So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip

Aint nobody walk away cuz aint nobody give a shit

Bitch i'm livin and i love it it's beautiful

Somethin like the smell of crap when i'm watchin your noodle blow

We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits

We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread

Don't give a shit you never heard of us 

We known among the murderous

For toatin heavy metal push the good shit pour the purple up



[chorus (Bun B)]

Cuz we don't come out till after dark

With nothing less than 28 grams of spark

And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip

Everytime that its time to flip

You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'



You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'



Cuz we don't come out till after dark

With nothing less than 28 grams of spark

And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip

Everytime that its time to flip

You can find me

Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'

With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back

Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'

We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'