Lirik Lagu Creepin, Rollin - Big Mike
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Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boyCheck it out
[Chorus]Creepin and rollin, you know what time it isOh 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 planIs, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for yearsBut now I'm changin gearsFixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new homePolishin up my chromeFor your ass cause I'm back up on the block1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocksBack with a sack and niggas know I packA glock, so stop before I put you on your backDown with S-A, the place where the best playBest pray if your chest ain't where your vest laySouthside rollin wide-sizedBitches say we high-side because we pass byYou don't speak, but she's just another freakCause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeksAnd I rather not waste my time, I just mash outBlowin big smoke in the glasshouseTwo 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 MondayShit, shower and shave, and serve on SundaysAnd it's funny how these hoes be jockin oursBecause I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouseGold Shoes on my hoeThinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do'sAnd brand-new VoguesAnd a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshowBreakin em off a proper pieceAnd the shit won't stop until the jockin ceaseSo follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flipMy cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]Now I got you interestedAnd everybody wanna see the man, the PetermanLittle kids wanna be the manAnd grow up and fuck hoesAnd rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do'sNigga, cause it's like thatGrowin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fatAnd I can't do it no other wayDoin it the southern waySo fuck what another sayG to the e to the to to the oTo the B to the o to the y to the s'sHouston, Texas where niggas get restlessAnd wreckless, no easy access, don't test usNigga, recognize where the best isFool
Creepin, rollin, you know what time it isClownin and strollin, gotta get down for his
[Chorus]
Oh yeahDoin this thing like thisRoll em upPalms up in the airYeah, that's rightLet the sun hit itBack for it like this, you knowCause they thought I wasn't comin backStill doin the same thingYeahCreepin, rollinYou know what time it isI'm justClownin, strollinYou know
[Chorus]Creepin and rollin, you know what time it isOh 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 planIs, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for yearsBut now I'm changin gearsFixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new homePolishin up my chromeFor your ass cause I'm back up on the block1994 and I ain't sellin no more rocksBack with a sack and niggas know I packA glock, so stop before I put you on your backDown with S-A, the place where the best playBest pray if your chest ain't where your vest laySouthside rollin wide-sizedBitches say we high-side because we pass byYou don't speak, but she's just another freakCause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeksAnd I rather not waste my time, I just mash outBlowin big smoke in the glasshouseTwo 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 MondayShit, shower and shave, and serve on SundaysAnd it's funny how these hoes be jockin oursBecause I'm rollin in a candy-blue glasshouseGold Shoes on my hoeThinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo' do'sAnd brand-new VoguesAnd a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshowBreakin em off a proper pieceAnd the shit won't stop until the jockin ceaseSo follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flipMy cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]Now I got you interestedAnd everybody wanna see the man, the PetermanLittle kids wanna be the manAnd grow up and fuck hoesAnd rock shows, ride Vo's, and slam mansion do'sNigga, cause it's like thatGrowin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fatAnd I can't do it no other wayDoin it the southern waySo fuck what another sayG to the e to the to to the oTo the B to the o to the y to the s'sHouston, Texas where niggas get restlessAnd wreckless, no easy access, don't test usNigga, recognize where the best isFool
Creepin, rollin, you know what time it isClownin and strollin, gotta get down for his
[Chorus]
Oh yeahDoin this thing like thisRoll em upPalms up in the airYeah, that's rightLet the sun hit itBack for it like this, you knowCause they thought I wasn't comin backStill doin the same thingYeahCreepin, rollinYou know what time it isI'm justClownin, strollinYou know
