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
