[Chorus]
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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 nooche, 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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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 come from the block
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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 up 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 drinkin drough
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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 toss 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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Ridin
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| Chamillionaire (차밀리어네어) |
