Chamillionaire ft. Krayzie Bone - Ridin' Lyrics

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Artist: Chamillionaire featuring Krayzie Bone

Title: Ridin' (Dirty)

Album: The Sound Of Revenge

Year: 2005

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[Chorus - Chamillionaire]

They see me rollin'

They hatin'

Patrollin' and trying to catch me ridin dirty

Trying to catch me ridin dirty [4x]

My music so loud

I'm swangin'

They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin dirty

Trying to catch me ridin dirty [4x]

[Chamillionaire]

(Tryin' to catch me, yeah!)

On the ground so they can see me lean

Black tint so it ain't easy to be seen

Police see me ride by

They can see the gleem

And my shine on the deck and tv screen

Riding with a new chick she like hold up

Next to the Playstation controller

There is a full clip in my pistola

Send the jacka into a coma

Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie bone

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

Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies

Laws on patrol and you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up and to the maximum

I gots speakers some niggas try to jack for some

But we packing something that we have for 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 twisting like hit this do'

Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat

Windows down gotta stop pollution

See me change

Niggas like who is dat producin

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

Got warrants in every city except Houston

But I still ain't losin

[Chorus]

[Krayzie Bone]

I been drinkin this, smokin', holy shit

Cause I really can't focus

I got to get home befo' the po-po smoke us

Big ol' Excursion, swervin, all up on the curb man

Nigga been sippin on that Hennesy and that gin again

It's in again we in to win

Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt

I roll another one up

We leave it like we ain't givin a fuck

I got blunt up in my right hand, 40 oz in my left

Breeze in my balls

Want another tree, green leaves and all

Commin preppy deep me and my dogs

Yo, I got to hit the back streets

Wondering about dat six fives that I got heat

Glock-glock shots to the block

We creep-creep, pop-pop

Hope cops don't see me, on the low key

With no regard for the law, we dodge em like fuck em all

But I won't be caught up and brought up on charges for none of ya'll

Keep a gun in car

And a blunt to spark

Run up if you want

Now get to poppin dog

Ready or not we bust shots off in the air

Krayzie Bone and Chamillionare

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]

You wouldn't think it so

I tried to let you go

Turn on my blinker light

And then I swang it slow

And they upset fa' sho'

Cause they think they know

That they catching me with plenty of the drank and dro

So they get behind me to try to check my tags

Look in my rear view and they smilin'

Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, and keep tryin

Bitch steady denyin that it's racial profilin'

Houston Texas, 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 being the balla that I am

I talk to them

Giving a damn about them

Not feeling my attitudes

And when they realize

I ain't even ridin dirty

Bitch you'll be leaving in with an even madder mood

And I'm a laugh at you

And then I have to crusie

Jam a number 2 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 them they shoulda known

Tippin down, I'm sitting crooked on my chrome

Bookin my phone finding a chick I wanna bone

Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up on yo home

And it's on

[Chorus] [2x]

Edited November 30, 2005 by .::BeatFactory::.