[Chorus]    In the streets, I'm peepin' game    I can't trust you, no no    All up in my business, mayne    I stay on the low-low    Say they really, really fake    Can't mess wit' you no mo'    Closest people to you hate    So I be rollin' solo    I'm creepin' on the low-low    Creepin' on the low-low    Creepin on the low-low    I be rollin', I be rollin' solo    I'm creepin' on the low    Creepin' on the low-low    Creepin' on the low-low    I be rollin', I be rollin' solo    I'm creepin' on the low       [Chamillionaire]   I came in the game with a bang   And I did it all with no cosigner   I be bragging like I'm the best   Like Professor X is my ghost writer   Read your mind slum dog Chamillionaire   But I couldn't accept the oscar   I ain't never been a actor    Plus they wouldn't let me in the spot with my chopper   they think they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me   All the ganstas is on the net   And all the nerds claim that they in the streets   Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language   Get up off of my ickday cuz I'm legendary I've been famous   Hispanics like adios and the Japanese is like saiyonara   Africans is gonna see your Darpo I be here when you gone tomorra   I'll be back that's termination   Extermination you don't exist   I'll show I'm it and you know I'm pissed   Tick tick boom and you got a hole in your ears   If you knew my past and you knew my cash   I'm better stacked that you never diss   The villian's back and venom black   When I click clack I will never miss   I can't lose before I do    You coming too so tell em this   I put lipstick on my hollow tip   I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss      [Chorus]       [The Game]   Trapper turned rapper dapper then damn   who the fuck you think it is   Ridin up in the benz   Totin two twins   Racktop in the wind   24 inch rims   From the west side west side it's him   East side I'm stumblin in timbs   Down south keep a chrome mouth   sippin on sizzurp with a chrome mouth   In T-E-X I'm a asshole, renagade like castro   Any hood it's all good fuckin with my cash flow   Desert eagle give a nigga what he ask for   Solo, nigga gotta ride dolo    Burst taped under the red and black bolo   Liquored up fill your cup    Been a paper boy since jigga what   Luda Chamilitary and the Shooter   Tires burning rubber til they bald like buda   Platinum plaque back to back    Nigga got a ball nigga never go soft   Never fall off never not be rich   Blacked out benz with the baseball stitch   They clutchin they lovin   The way that we thuggin   I'm back on my grind   They hatin but fuck em      [Chorus]         [Ludacris]   I be, creeping lower than low    Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro    Chokin', lokin', never provoke him    And a drunk'll get popped and I'll open the do'    Lungs full of smoke    That means slower than slow    Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go    So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah)    Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'    Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow    Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good   How much wood could a wood chuck chuck    If a wood chuck could chuck wood    Grain grippin' on the wheel    Turn it, turn it    Blow another stack    I earned it, earned it    Blow another amp    Pull another tramp    Light another blunt    Burn it, burn it    Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up    Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em and aim it up    Bang it up, off in the sky    Catch me rollin' off in the ride    26 inches    Leave 'em defenseless    45 always tucked in the side    Open your eyes, see me cruisin'    'cuz I keep winning and these boys keep losing    Plus I'm, the pimp of the year    Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing    Look at all the hoes you losing    Then look at all the game I got    And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low    Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block!       [Chorus]