Testo Creepin, Rollin

Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boy Check it out [Chorus] Creepin and rollin, you know what time it is Oh yeah, a brother has gotta get down for his [Verse 1] What's happenin, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my man? Once again I know what you're thinkin, once again I know what your plan Is, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for years But now I'm changin gears Fixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new home Polishin up my chrome For your ass cause I'm back up on the block 1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocks Back with a sack and niggas know I pack A glock, so stop before I put you on your back Down with S-A, the place where the best play Best pray if your chest ain't where your vest lay Southside rollin wide-sized Bitches say we high-side because we pass by You don't speak, but she's just another freak Cause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeks And I rather not waste my time, I just mash out Blowin big smoke in the glasshouse Two deep, me and my nigga O.D. Smokin swisher sweets comin up on Scott Street [Chorus] [Verse 2] I deal with the five S's before every Monday Shit, shower and shave, and serve on Sundays And it's funny how these hoes be jockin ours Because I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouse Gold Shoes on my hoe Thinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do's And brand-new Vogues And a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshow Breakin em off a proper piece And the shit won't stop until the jockin cease So follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flip My cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now I got you interested And everybody wanna see the man, the Peterman Little kids wanna be the man And grow up and fuck hoes And rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do's Nigga, cause it's like that Growin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fat And I can't do it no other way Doin it the southern way So fuck what another say G to the e to the to to the o To the B to the o to the y to the s's Houston, Texas where niggas get restless And wreckless, no easy access, don't test us Nigga, recognize where the best is Fool Creepin, rollin, you know what time it is Clownin and strollin, gotta get down for his [Chorus] Oh yeah Doin this thing like this Roll em up Palms up in the air Yeah, that's right Let the sun hit it Back for it like this, you know Cause they thought I wasn't comin back Still doin the same thing Yeah Creepin, rollin You know what time it is I'm just Clownin, strollin You know