BIG MIKE - Creepin-Rollin lyrics

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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

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[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

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[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