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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

 [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