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They see me rollin |
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They hatin |
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Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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My music so loud |
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I'm swangin |
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They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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Tryin to catch me ridin dirty |
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[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] |
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Police think they can see me lean |
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I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen |
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When you see me ride by they can see the glean |
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And my shine on the deck and the TV screen |
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Ride with a new chick, she like hold up |
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Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola |
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Turn a jacker into a coma |
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Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone |
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Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies |
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Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies |
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Laws of patrolling you know they hate me |
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Music turned all the way up until the maximum |
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I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some |
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But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum |
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Security cell, I'm grippin oak |
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Music loud and tippin slow |
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Twist and twistin like hit this dough |
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Police pull up from behind and is in his throat |
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Windows down gotta stop pollution |
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CDs change niggas like who is that producing? |
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This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin |
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Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] |
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I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus |
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I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man |
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Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind |
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Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt |
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And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck |
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I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls |
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Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all |
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Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo |
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I gotta get back to backstreets |
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Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep |
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Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key |
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With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all |
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But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all |
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Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark |
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Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] |
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Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go |
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Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower |
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A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro |
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So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin |
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Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin |
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Cause they denyin is racial profiling |
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Houston, TX you can check my tags |
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Pull me over try to check my slab |
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Glove compartment gotta get my cash |
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Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast |
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And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude |
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When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood |
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I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw |
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You can't arrest me plus you can't sue |
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This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU |
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I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known |
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Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome |
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Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone |
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Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on |
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[Chorus 2x] |
