They see me rollin' They hatin'
Patrollin' they try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirtyMy music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirty
Try to catch me ridin' dirtyPolice think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller
Is a full clip and my pistola
Turn a jacker into a comaGirl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to bone, ain't tryin to have no babies
Rock clean itself, so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrolling, you know they hate meMusic turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas, tryin to jack for some
But we packin somethin that we have and, um
will have a nigga locked up in the maximumSecurity cell, I'm grippin oak (oak)
Music loud and tippin' slow (slow)
Twist and twistin' like hit this dough (dough)
Pull up from behind and is in his throat (throat)
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggas like who is that producing?
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston, but I'm still ain't losin'I been drinkin' and smokin', holdin' shit cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol' Excursion swerving all up in the curve, man
Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again, we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck
I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz. on my lap freezing my ballsRoll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin' up pretty deep, me and my dawg
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat, glock glock, shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards for the law we dodge 'em like fuck 'em allBut 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, but well if you want, nigga you poppin' dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air, Krayzie Bone and ChamillionaireDo what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin'Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin'
Cause they denyin' is racial profiling
Houston, TX 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 been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood
I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU
I can't be toss or tell em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home and it's on
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