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Data di rilascio: 31.12.2005
Limiti di età: 18+
Ridin' |
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 |
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 (Woo!) |
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 (Oak) |
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow (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, cause 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 |
40-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 it 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' dirty |
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', 'cause 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 (Tags) |
Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab) |
The 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 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 |