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