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Chamillionaire Miscellaneous Ridin Durty They see me rollin' They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*) My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*) [Krayzie Bone] I've been drinkin and smokin, holy shit cause I really can't focus I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n A nigga be sippin on the Hennessey and the Gin again its in again we in the wind Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt I roll another one up, and leave it like we ain't givin a fuck I got a blunt up in my right hand 40 0z. in my lap, freezin my balls Rollin up a tree, green leaves and all Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs Yo' I gotta hit the back streets Wanted by the six-five and I got heat glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep Pop pop hope cops dont see me on the 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 wonder if you want nigga it poppin dog 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 (*4X*) My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*) You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow and they upset for fa sho Cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drank and dro' (No) So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags Look in my rearview and they smilin Thinkin they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin (Keep tryin) steady denyin that it's racial profilin Houston, Texas 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'll try to come up fast Bein the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not 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 (Hahaha) Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you" I could be tough 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'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 (*4X*) My music so loud I'm swangin' They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*) |
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