Bed Intruder Song

Album: Single Release Only (2010)
Charted: 89
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  • He's climbin' in your windows
    He's snatchin' your people up
    Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    And hide your husband
    'Cause they rapin' everybody out here

    You don't have to come and confess
    We're lookin' for you
    We gon' find you
    We gon' find you
    So you can run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Homeboy
    Home, home, homeboy

    We got your t-shirt
    You done left fingerprints and all
    You are so dumb
    You are really dumb
    For real
    You are really, really, really
    Really so dumb
    I was attacked by some idiot in the projects
    So dumb, so dumb, so dumb, so

    He's climbin' in your windows
    He's snatchin' your people up
    Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    And hide your husband
    'Cause they rapin' everybody out here

    You don't have to come and confess
    We're lookin' for you
    We gon' find you
    We gon' find you
    So you can run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Homeboy
    Home, home, homeboy

    'Bout 5'9", 5'10", coffee complexion
    Low cut like a caesar with some little waves in his head
    Clean cut, very smooth face
    Seein' my sister when I walked in
    He had his hands around her neck
    First thing was to pull him off of her
    And that's what I did (ayy)

    He's climbin' in your windows
    He's snatchin' your people up
    Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    And hide your husband
    'Cause they rapin' everybody out here

    You don't have to come and confess
    We're lookin' for you
    We gon' find you
    We gon' find you
    So you can run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Homeboy
    Home, home, homeboy

    Well, obviously we have a rapist in Lincoln Park
    Are you serious, my boy?
    I got your T-shirt
    I got your scent
    I know what shoe size you wear, my boy
    So you can run and hide
    But we're gonna find you, find you

    He's climbin' in your windows
    He's snatchin' your people up
    Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    And hide your husband
    'Cause they rapin' everybody out here

    You don't have to come and confess
    We're lookin' for you
    We gon' find you
    We gon' find you
    So you can run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Homeboy
    Home, home, homeboy

    He's climbin' in your windows
    He's snatchin' your people up
    Tryna rape 'em so y'all need to
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    Hide your kids, hide your wife
    And hide your husband
    'Cause they rapin' everybody out here

    You don't have to come and confess
    We're lookin' for you
    We gon' find you
    We gon' find you
    So you can run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Run and tell that
    Homeboy
    Home, home, homeboy

    I'ma tell 'em, we don't run around cryin' and actin' sad
    We just dust our shoulders off, we keep on movin' Writer/s: Kevin Antoine Dodson, Michael Lloyd Gregory
    Publisher: Red Brick Music Publishing
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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