Creepin' Solo (remix) Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chamillionaire 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 verse 1] 

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 rider 

Read your mind slumdog Chamillionaire 

But I couldn't accept the oscar 

I ain't never been a actor, pussy 

wouldn't let me in the spot with my chopper 

they think they run shit(backwards)the industry is backwards to me 

All the gangstas 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 sayonara 

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 head 

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 verse 2] 

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 verse 3] 

I be, creeping lower than low 

Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro 

Chokin', lokin', never provoke him 

The trunk'll get popped and I'll open the do' 

Lungs full of smoke 

Got me slower than slow 

Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go 

So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah) 

Leave a fuckin' hole in the flo' 

Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow 

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla dubs 

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]