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Ridin' |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' |
| Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| My music's so loud, I'm swangin' |
| They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Grindin' to see if they can see me lean |
| I'm tint, so it ain't easy to be seen |
| Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam |
| And my shine on the deck and the TV screen |
| I'm ridin' with a new chick, she like, "Hold up!" |
| Next to the PlayStation controller |
| It's a full clip in my pistola |
| Send a jacker into a coma (Woo!) |
| Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone |
| Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies |
| Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies |
| Law's on patrol and you know they hate me |
| Music turned all the way up into the maximum |
| I got speakers, some niggas tryna jack for some |
| But we packin' somethin' and what we have for 'em |
| We'll have a nigga locked up in the maximum |
| Security cell, I'm grippin' oak (Oak) |
| Music loud and I'm tippin' slow (Slow) |
| Twin's steady twistin' like, "Hit this though!" |
| Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat |
| The windows down, got to stop pollution |
| CD change, niggas like, "Who is that producin'?" |
| That's the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' |
| Got warrants in every city except Houston but I still ain't losin' |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' |
| Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| My music's so loud, I'm swangin' |
| They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| I've been drinkin' and smokin' |
| Holy shit, cause I really can't focus |
| I gotta get it home 'fore the po-po's scope this |
| Big old Excurs' just swervin', all up in the curb and |
| Nigga be sippin' on the Hennessy and the gin again |
| It's in again, we in the wind |
| Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt and roll another one up |
| We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck |
| I got a blunt up in my right hand |
| 40-ounce in my lap freezin' my balls |
| Roll another tree, green leaves and all |
| Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawgs |
| Yo, I gotta hit the back streets |
| Wonderin' 'bout the six pounds and I got heat |
| Glock, Glock shots to the block, we creep-creep |
| Pop-pop, hope cops don't see me, on the lowkey |
| With no regard for the law |
| We dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all" |
| But I won't get caught up and brought up |
| On charges for none of y'all |
| Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark |
| Roll it up if you want, and get it poppin', dawg |
| Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air |
| Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' |
| Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| My music's so loud, I'm swangin' |
| They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Now would you think it's so? I tried to let you go |
| Turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow |
| And they upset for sho', 'cause they think they know |
| That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro |
| So they get behind me, tryna check my tags |
| Look in my rearview and they smilin' |
| Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin' |
| Keep steady denyin' that it's racial profilin' |
| Houston, Texas, you can check my tags (Tags) |
| Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab) |
| The glove compartment, gotta get my cash |
| Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast |
| And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them |
| Givin' a damn about them not feelin' my attitude |
| When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty |
| Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood |
| I'ma laugh at you and then I'll have to cruise |
| Jammin' number two on some old DJ Screw |
| You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue |
| This is a message to the law, tell 'em, "We hate you" |
| I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known |
| Tippin' down, I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome |
| Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone |
| Like they couldn't stop me, I'm 'bout to pull up at your home |
| And it's on |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' |
| Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| My music's so loud, I'm swangin' |
| They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| They see me rollin', they hatin' |
| Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| My music's so loud, I'm swangin' |
| They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |
| Tryna catch me ridin' dirty, tryna catch me ridin' dirty |