Ridin' lyrics

[Chorus]

They see me rollin'

They hatin'

Patrollin'g they Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud

I'm swangin

They hopin that they gon catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]

Police think they can see me lean

I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen

When you see me ride by they can see the glean

And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Ride with a new chick, she like hold up

Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola

Turn a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone

Just Tryin' to bone ain't Tryin' to have no babies

Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies

Laws of patrollin'g you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up until the maximum

I can speak for some niggas Tryin' to jack for some

But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum

Security cell, I'm grippin oak

Music loud and tippin slow

Twist and twistin like hit this dough

Police pull up from behind and is in his throat

Windows down gotta stop pollution

CDs change niggas like who is that producing?

This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin

Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin

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[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]

I been drinkin and smokin' holdin shit cause a brother can't focus

I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man

Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind

Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt

And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck

I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls

Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all

Comin' pretty deep, me and my do-jo

I gotta get back to backstreets

Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep

Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key

With no regards 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, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark

Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

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[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]

Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go

Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower

A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin' me with plenty of the drink and dro

So they get behind me Tryin' to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin'

Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep Tryin'

Cause they denyin is racial profiling

Houston, TX you can check my tags

Pull me over try to check my slab

Glove compartment gotta get my cash

Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast

And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude

When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood

I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw

You can't arrest me plus you can't sue

This a message to the laws tellin' them WE HATE YOU

I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known

Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome

Bookin' my phone, Tryin'' to find a chick I wanna bone

Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on

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• Artist:Chamillionaire
• Album:The Sound Of Revenge