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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 When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam And my shine on the deck and the TV screen And I'm ridin' 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 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, and you know they hate me Music 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 for 'em Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin' oak (oak) Music loud and 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, gotta stop pollution CD 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' 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 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 ol' Excurs' Just swerved, all up in the curve and Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey and the gin again It's in again, we in the wind Doin' a hundred while I puff on the blunt And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck I got a blunt up in my right hand 40-ounce on my lap freezin' my balls Roll another tree, green leaves and all Comin' pretty deep, me and my dogs 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 low key 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 tryin' to check my tags Look at my rear-view and they smilin' Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin' (keep tryin') 'Cause they denyin' that it's racial profilin' Houston, Texas, you can check my tags (tags) Pull me over try to check my slab (slab) Glove compartment, gotta get my cash 'Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them Givin' a damn about 'em 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 have to cruise Jammin' number two on some old DJ Screw You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue This a message to the laws tell 'em, "We hate you" I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known Tippin' down, 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 (Damn, I done spilled my drink)

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