Текст песни Big Mike - Somethin` Serious
Big Mike - Somethin` Serious слова песни
Hey, this shit is somethin serious, boyCheck 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 planIs, been playa-hatin a nigga like me for yearsBut now I`m changin gearsFixin to move on, fixin to buy a brand-new homePolishin up my chromeFor your ass cause I`m back up on the block1994 and I ain`t sellin no more rocksBack with a sack and niggas know I packA glock, so stop before I put you on your backDown with S-A, the place where the best playBest pray if your chest ain`t where your vest laySouthside rollin wide-sizedBitches say we high-side because we pass byYou don`t speak, but she`s just another freakCause I know my nigga been fuckin her for weeksAnd I rather not waste my time, I just mash outBlowin big smoke in the glasshouseTwo 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 MondayShit, shower and shave, and serve on SundaysAnd it`s funny how these hoes be jockin oursBecause I`m rollin in a candy-blue glasshouseGold Shoes on my hoe Thinkin about committin suicide cause she got fo` do`sAnd brand-new VoguesAnd a trunk full of amps to hurt em at the soundshowBreakin em off a proper pieceAnd the shit won`t stop until the jockin ceaseSo follow me as I creep with my niggas on a flipMy cup overrunneth, so come and take a sip[Chorus][Verse 3]Now I got you interestedAnd everybody wanna see the man, the PetermanLittle kids wanna be the manAnd grow up and fuck hoes And rock shows, ride Vo`s, and slam mansion do`sNigga, cause it`s like that Growin up on flat, havin dreams of livin fatAnd I can`t do it no other wayDoin it the southern waySo fuck what another sayG to the e to the to to the oTo the B to the o to the y to the s`sHouston, Texas where niggas get restlessAnd wreckless, no easy access, don`t test usNigga, recognize where the best isFool Creepin, rollin, you know what time it is Clownin and strollin, gotta get down for his [Chorus]Oh yeahDoin this thing like thisRoll em upPalms up in the airYeah, that`s rightLet the sun hit itBack for it like this, you knowCause they thought I wasn`t comin backStill doin the same thingYeahCreepin, rollinYou know what time it isI`m justClownin, strollinYou know