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    "Ridin'" Lyrics

    Chamillionaire feat. Krayzie Bone

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:04:09
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    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*)

    (Try and catch me. Yea)

    [Chamillionaire]
    Grindin to see if they can see me lean
    I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
    When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
    And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
    Now ridin with a new chick, she like "Hold up"
    Next to the Playstation controlla
    It's a full clip and my pistolla, send 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
    Laws on patrol and you know they hate me (Know ya hate me)
    Music turned up all the way to the maximum
    I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
    But we packin somethin and what we have for um
    We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
    I'm grippin oak (Oak)
    Music loud and I'm tippin slow (Slow)
    Twins steady twistin like "Hit this dough"
    D's behind and it's in re-throwed
    Windows down, gotta stop pollution
    City change just like, "Who is that producin?"
    That's 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 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*)
    This song was submitted on December 15th, 2005 and last modified on November 27th, 2011.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Hakeem T. Seriki, Anthony Henderson, Juan Carlos Jr. Salinas, Oscar Edward Salinas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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