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PERFORMING ARTISTS
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
Vocals
Big Gipp
Big Gipp
Vocals
Khujo Goodie
Khujo Goodie
Vocals
T-Mo
T-Mo
Vocals
Preston Crump
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Barnett
Robert Barnett
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Willie Knighton
Willie Knighton
Songwriter
Rico Wade
Rico Wade
Songwriter
Ray Murray
Ray Murray
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
Patrick Brown
Patrick Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Organized Noize
Organized Noize
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the scene unfolds, young girls thirteen years old
Expose themselves to any Tom, Dick and Hank
Got mo' stretch marks than these hoes hollering they got rank
See, Sega ain't in this New World Order
Them experimenting in Atlanta, Georgia
United Nations, overseas, trained assassins
Do search and seize, ain't knocking or asking
They're coming for **** like me, poor white trash, like they
Tricks like her back in slavery
Concentration camps laced with gas pipelines
Infernos outdoors like they had back
When Adolf Hitler was living in 1945
Listen to me now, believe me
Later on, in the future, look it up
Where they say it in the Constitution?
That in the event of a race war
Places like Operation Heartbreak Hotel
Moments tear until air tight vents sealed off despair
Them say expect no mercy
Fool, you should be my least worries, got to deal with W-2's, 10-99's
Unmarked black helicopters swoop down and try to put missiles in mines
[Chorus]
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
[Verse 2]
Me and my family moved in our apartment complex
A gate with the serial code was put up next
They claim that this community is so drug free
But it don't look that way to me
'Cause I can see the young bloods hanging out at the store 24/7
Junkies looking for a hit of the blow, it's powerful
Oh, you know what else they trying to do?
Make a curfew, especially for me and you, the traces of the New World Order
Time is getting shorter, if we don't get prepared, people, it's gone be a slaughter
My mind won't allow me to not be curious
My folk don't understand, so they don't take it serious
But every now and then, I wonder if the gate was put up
To keep crime out or keep our ass in
[Chorus]
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
[Verse 3]
Listen up, little ****, I'm talking to you
About what your little ass need to be going through
I've fallen victim, too, and I know I shouldn't smoke so much
But I do with the crew, every day on the average 'bout four or five
I'm lucky to be alive, at sunrise, now I realize the cost
After I lost my best friend, Bean, I'm recognized as a kin
Who am I to tell you to stop smoking?
Now, you're open to disease and colds
And ain't sixteen years old, this shit has got to stop
Let's take a walk through detox
I want outta this hold, I'm in a cell under attack
Loc up folks, they in the hood, got an eye on every move I make
Open your face to info you ain't know
'Cause it's kept low how the New World plan
Reach the planet without the Black man
[Verse 4]
So what's your aim, try to separate me from the blood
Is disrespect like coming in my home and not wiping your feet on the rug
The Citron Absolut has got me bucking no hang with no phony
Look out for the man with the mask and the white pony
On my back are bills, staying off my toes, always on my heels
Insane, plain, soldiers coming in the dark by plane
To enforce the new system by reign
Tag my skin with your computer chip
Run your hand over the scanner to buy your dish now
No more fishing for your fish
Kiss the days of the old days past ways gone
Mind blown, conception, protection
My name on your selections, but I caught you coming, coming, pow
[Chorus]
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Who's that peeking in my window, pow, nobody now
Written by: Cameron Gipp, Patrick L Brown, RICO RENARD WADE, Raymond Ameer Murray, Robert Barnett, Thomas Burton, Willie Knighton
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