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Ridin'
EQRIC, PHARAØH, Peter Piffen
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They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty.
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride wit' a new chick, she like "Hol' up"
Next to the PlayStation controller
Is a full clip in my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl, you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies
Law's on patrol, and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryna Jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that we have for 'em
Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and tippin' slow
Twin's steady twistin' like "Hit this though"
Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
Windows down, gotta stop pollution
CD's 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'm still ain't losin'
They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
I been drinkin' and smokin'
Holy shit, 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po scope this big ol' Excurs'
Just swerved, all up in the curve and
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
And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40-ounce on my lap freezin' my balls
Roll another tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawg, so
I gotta hit the backstreets
Wonderin' 'bout the six pounds 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
Roll it up if you want, get it poppin', dawg
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
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin'
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty