(**) They see me rollin' They hatin' Patrollin' 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.
Police think they can see me lean; I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen.
For me to 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 tryina bone, ain't tryin' to have no babies.
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies. Law's on patrol; you know they hate me.
Music turned all the way up and to 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 I'm tippin' slow.
Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough; Pull up from behind and im sittin low.
Windows down, gotta stop pollution. CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?"
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin' Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin'.
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I been drinkin' and smokin'; holding shit 'Cause a brother can't focus.
I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's score This big ol Excursion
Swervin', 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
We roll 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 Rolla a na tree, green leaves and all.
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dojo, I gotta hit 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 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, But, well, if you want, Nigga,poppin'you dark.
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire.
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Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go. Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow. A upset for sure 'Cause they think they know
That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' 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; keep tryin' 'Cause they denyin' it's racial profilin'.
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'll try to come up fast.
And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them, Givin' a damn 'bout em not feeling 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 have to cruise.
You're a number two Want some more DJ Screw. You can't arrest me plus you can't sue.
This 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 that 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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