Ridin' - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)

They see me rollin'

They hatin'

Patrollin'

And tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud;

I'm swangin'

They hopin'

That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Police think they can see me lean;

I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen

For me to see me ride by' they can see the glean

And on my the shine deck and the TV screen

Ride with a new chick' she like "Hold up "

Next to the Playstation controller

There's a full clip in my pistola;

Turn a jacker into a coma

Girl' you ain't know' I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone;

Just tryin' to bone' ain't tryin' to have no babies

Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies

Law's on patrol; you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up and to 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 ni**a locked up in the maximum

Security cell I'm grippin' oak

Music loud and I'm tippin' slow

Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough;

Pull up from behind and it's in his throat

Windows down' gotta stop pollution

CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin' "

This 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 tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud;

I'm swangin'

They hopin'

That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

I been drinkin' and smokin'; holy sh*t

'Cause a brother can't focus

I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope

Big ol ExcursionThis

Swervin''

All up in the curve' man

Ni**a 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 f**k

I got a revolver in my right hand;

40 oz on my lap' freezing my balls

Roll a ni**a tree' green leaves and all

Comin' up pretty deep' me and my do-jo

I gotta get to backstreets;

Wanted by the six-pounds

And I got heat

Glock shots to the block;

We creep-creep Pop-pop

Hope cops don't see me;

On a low key

With no regard for the law'

We dodge 'em like f**k-'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'

But' well' if you want'

Ni**a' you poppin' dark

Ready or not' we gon' bust shots off in the air

Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin';

They hatin'

Patrollin'

And tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud;

I'm swangin'

They hopin'

That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Do what you thinkin' so'

I tried to let you go

Turn on my blinker light

And then I swang it slow

And they upset for sure

'Cause they think they know

That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' drough

So me'they get behind

Tryin' to check my tags

Look at my rearview and they smilin''

Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryin'

'Cause they denyin' it's racial profilin'

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'll try to come up fast

And bein' the baller that I am' I talk to them'

Givin' 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'ma laugh at you

And then I have to cruise

You're a number two

On some old DJ Screw

You can't arrest me plus you can't sue

This a message to the law; tells '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'mma bout to pull up at your home

And it's on

They see me rollin';

They hatin'

Patrollin'

And tryin to catch me ridin dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud;

I'm swangin'

They hopin'

That they gon' catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty