They see me rollin'
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They hatin'
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Patrollin'
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And 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'
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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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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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For me to 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 new chick, she like "Hold up."
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Next to the Playstation controller
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There's a full clip in 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 make you horny, ain't tryin' to have no babies.
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Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies.
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Law's on patrol; you know they hate me.
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Music turned all the way up and to 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
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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 I'm tippin' slow.
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Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough;
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Pull up from behind and im sittin low.
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Windows down, gotta stop pollution.
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CDs change; niggas like "Who is that producin'?"
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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
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But I still ain't losin'.
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They see me rollin';
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They hatin'.
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Patrollin'
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And 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'
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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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I been drinkin' and smokin'; holdin' shit
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'Cause a brother can't focus.
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I gotta get to home 'fore the po-po's scope
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This big ol Excursion
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Swervin',
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All up in the curve, man.
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Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
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And the gin again
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Is in again;
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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;
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We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck.
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I got a revolver in my right hand;
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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 to backstreets;
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Wanted by the six-pounds
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And I got heat.
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shots to the block;
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We creep-creep. Pop-pop.
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Hope cops don't see me;
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On a low key.
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With no regard for the law,
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We dodge 'em like fuck-'em-all.
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But I won't get caught up
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And brought up
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On charges for none of y'all.
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Keep a gun in car
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And a blunt to spark,
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But, well, if you want,
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Nigga,poppin'you dark.
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Ready or not, we gon' bust shots off in the air
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Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire.
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They see me rollin';
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They hatin'.
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Patrollin'
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And 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'
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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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Do what you thinkin' so,
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I tried to let you go.
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Turn on my blinker light
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And then I swang it slow.
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And they upset for sure
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'Cause they think they know
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That they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin' drough.
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So they get behind me,
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Tryin' to check my tags.
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Look at my rearview and they smilin',
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Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong; keep tryin'
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'Cause they denyin' it's racial profilin'.
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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'll try to come up fast.
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And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them,
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Givin' a damn 'bout not feeling my attitude.
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When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
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Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood.
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I'ma laugh at you
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And then I have to cruise.
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You're a number two
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On some old 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 law; tells 'em "We hate you."
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I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known.
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Tippin' down; I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome.
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Bookin' my phone; findin' a chick I wanna bone.
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Like they couldn't stop me I'mma bout to pull up at your home
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And it's on.
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They see me rollin';
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They hatin'.
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Patrollin'
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And 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'
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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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Ridin'
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| Chamillionaire |
