Lyrics: Ridin'

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin'
And 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'
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
There's a full clip in my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to make you horny, 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'

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin'
And 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

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
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 come from the block
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' up pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get to backstreets
Wanted by the six-pounds
And I got heat
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 gon' bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin'
And 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

Do what you thinkin' so
I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow
And they upset for sure
'Cause they think they know
That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' drough
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 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
On some old DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the law; tells '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 I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home
And it's on

They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin'
And 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