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