Creepin' Solo (Remix) lyrics


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


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

[record scratch] 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


[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



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!


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