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' dirty tryna catch me ridin'
Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tint, so it ain't easy to be seen
Police see me ride by they can see me gleam and my shine on the deck and the TV screen
I'm ridin' with a new chick she like, "Hold up" next to the
PlayStation controller
It's a full clip in my pistola 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
Law's on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up into the maximum
I got speakers, some niggas tryna jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for 'em we'll have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell
I'm grippin' oak music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twin's steady twistin' like
Hit this though
Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
The windows down got to stop pollution
CD change, niggas 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 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' dirty tryna catch me ridin' dirty
I've been drinkin' and smokin' holy shit 'cos I really can't focus
I gotta get it home 'fore the po-po's scope this big old Excurs' just swervin' all up in the curb and
Nigga be sippin' on the
Hennessy and the gin again it's in again, we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I puff on a blunt and roll another one up we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand forty-ounce in my lap freezin' my balls
Roll another tree green leaves and all comin' pretty deep me and my dawgs
Yo
I gotta hit the back streets 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 the lowkey
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 up if you want and 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' dirty tryna catch me ridin'
Now would you think it's so?
I tried to let you go turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow
And they upset for sho' 'cos they think they know that they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro
So they get behind me tryna check my tags look in my rearview and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin' keep steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'
Houston, Texas you can check my tags pull me over try to check my slab
The glove compartment gotta get my cash 'cos the crooked cops'll try to come up fast
And bein' the baller that I am
I talk to them 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
I'ma laugh at you and then I'll have to cruise jammin' number two 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 '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'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 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' dirty tryna catch me ridin' dirty
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' dirty tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Oh no
Goddamn, man
Goddamn, man
Ugh
Damn, my arm, nigga my arm's stuck in the wheel
Damn, man
I done spilled my drink
Grabbin' my slab, man
My bad, damn
I was tryna take a picture then whoa my picture fall and my hand slipped off the wheel
Damn, man, I can't get the doors open, man
Now someone 'bout to head here soon, man
Call the doctor
I need another prescription
Damn, I done spilled my drink
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In the same key as the original: G♯m
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