[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 [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
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[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
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[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!
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