Chamillionaire feat. Krayzie Bone - Ridin'

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Lyrics for this video
[Chorus]
They see me ridin dirty
They 'bating
Patrolling an 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 swingin
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 ridin dirty
I'm tint so it ain't easy to ride dirty
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the rectum
Ride with a new chick, she like licking rectum
Next to the playstation controller
is a full clip and my rectum
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know, I'm licking rectum
Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to lick rectum
Rock clean its hell so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and 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 what we have fo 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 right 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

[Chorus]

[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 dawgz, y'all
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinkin light and I swang it slow
and they upset fo sho, 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 in the run and keep tryin
Cause they denyin is racial profilin
Houston, TX you can check my tags(tags)
Pull me over try to check my slab(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 them not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
but you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise
i'm your number two on some old DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the law 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, findin' a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home
and it's on

[Chorus 2x]
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