Ludacris - Creepin' (Solo) lyrics

[Intro] Venom! [Hook: Chamillionaire] 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 with you no mo' Closest people to you hate - so I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low, creepin' on the low - low I be rollin', I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low, creepin' on the low - low I be rollin', I be rollin' solo - I'm creepin' on the low [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Mo'money and mo'problems what Biggie said it looks like it's true Used to be my homeboys, but now I'm paid so they tryna sue My garage got Jaguars, my garage look like a zoo Middle finger up for the haters, hope the hater here isn't you I'm super cool, that's real cool - you can feel like you got a friend But I ain't trustin' my money counter, and that's the reason I count again You saw the force I'm suspicious, thinkin everybody wanna take my riches Can't take my money out my account, cause my bankteller get motion sickness Back in forth - back, back in forth - I'm in the streets and right back in court Candy car built like a tank and my crib built like a fort Let's go to war, I ain't George Bush - I promise ya'll I'm gon'be prepared Cause I ain't trustin my weapon either, and that's the reason I keep a spare(Yeah) [Hook] [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] I ain't hangin' with none of ya'll 'Outkast'like 3 - Thou Win the grammy, thank God and family and all of ya'll I'm gon' leave out You don't like it then peace out, look around and I see doubt I been known to get to the presidents, like Barack was on speed dial Yeah it's all about me now - don't want ya, and don't need ya You don't grind and get to the money and you ain't hungry, I won't feed ya I ain't hangin with no hater, no faker, no diva Do it big, and they say they did - and try to take my credit like stole Visa (If it's lonely at the top, I'd rather be alone) (cause the closes people to ya, the ones who gonna do you wrong) Backstabbin' me for a broad, promise I won't lose no sleep Cause Jenny Craig can be yo'freak - but my bank account gon' stay obese [Hook] [Verse 3: Ludacris] I be creepin lower, then low Light another blunt, and I'm smokin the dro Chokin' - loccin' never provokin But the trunk'll get popped and I'll open the do' Blunts full of smoke - I be slower then slow Feel like I'm chopped and it's no where to go So I just pull out the bazooka (BLOAH) put a f**in hole in the flo' Luda! I'm so dope with the flow Trunk full of speakers, pocket full of 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 sack - I earned it, earned it Blow another amp, pull another tramp Light another blunt - burn it, burn it Flame it up, here my flow I changed it up Everybody grab yo gats and hold 'em, load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, co*k 'em and aim it up Bang it up, off in the sky - catch me rollin off in the ride Twenty six inches, leave 'em defenseless - forty five always cut to the side Open ya eyes see me crusincause I keep winnin' and these boys keep losin' Plus I'm the pimp of the year, playas is hatin and hoes is chosin' Look at all the hoes you losin' then look it all the game I got And you can catch me creepin on the low - low, Luda ridin solo - beatin the block [Hook]