Chamillionaire - Ridin'(Ft. Krayzie Bone)

Chamillionaire -
Ridin'
(Ft. Krayzie Bone)

[Chorus:]
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrollin' and trying to catch me ridin dirty
Trying to catch me ridin dirty [4x]
My music so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gonna catch me ridin dirty
Trying to catch me ridin dirty [4x]

[Chamillionaire:]
(Tryin' to catch me, yeah!)
On the ground so they can see me lean
Black tint so it ain't easy to be seen
Police see me ride by
They can see the gleem
And my shine on the deck and tv screen
Riding with a new chick she like hold up
Next to the Playstation controller
There is a full clip in my pistola
Send the jacka into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie bone
Just trying to bone ain't trying to have no babies
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up and to the maximum
I gots speakers some niggas try to jack for some
But we packing something that we have for 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 twisting like hit this do'
Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
See me change
Niggas like who is dat producin
Thats the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin

[Chorus:]

[Krayzie Bone:]
I been drinkin this, smokin', holy shit
Cause I really can't focus
I got to get home befo' the po-po smoke us
Big ol' Excursion, swervin, all up on the curb man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennesy and that gin again
It's in again we in to win
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up
We leave it like we ain't givin a fuck
I got blunt up in my right hand, 40 oz in my left
Breeze in my balls
Want another tree, green leaves and all
Commin preppy deep me and my dogs
Yo, I got to hit the back streets
Wondering about dat six fives that I got heat
Glock-glock shots to the block
We creep-creep, pop-pop
Hope cops don't see me, on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge em like fuck em all
But I won't be caught up and brought up on charges for none of ya'll
Keep a gun in car
And a blunt to spark
Run up if you want
Now get to poppin dog
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionare

[Chorus:]

[Chamillionaire:]
You wouldn't think it so
I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow
And they upset fa' sho'
Cause they think they know
That they catching me with plenty of the drank and dro
So they get behind me to try to check my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, and keep tryin
Bitch steady denyin that it's racial profilin'
Houston Texas, you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And being the balla that I am
I talk to them
Giving a damn about them
Not feeling my attitudes
And when they realize
I ain't even ridin dirty
Bitch you'll be leaving in with an even madder mood
And I'm a laugh at you
And then I have to crusie
Jam a number 2 on some old DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This is a message to the law
Tell em "We hate you"
I can't be touched
And tell them they shoulda known
Tippin down, I'm sitting crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone finding a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up on yo home
And it's on

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