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[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
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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
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