Ridin'

Lyrics

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 n\*\*\*as tryin' to jack for some

But we packin' somethin' that we have for 'em

Will have a n\*\*\*a 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, Peoples 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 sh\*t '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

N\*\*\*a 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)

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Anthony Henderson / Hakeem T. Seriki / Juan Carlos Jr. Salinas / Oscar Edward Salinas

Ridin' lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group