Creepin, Rollin - Big Mike

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