Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin, artist - Chamillionaire. Date of issue: 29.10.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin |
| They see me rollin |
| They hatin |
| Patrolling they 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 |
| When you see me ride by they can see the glean |
| And my shine on the deck and the TV screen |
| Ride with a nooche, 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 |
| Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies |
| Laws of patrolling 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 and um will have a nigga locked up in the |
| maximum |
| Security cell, I’m grippin oak |
| Music loud and tippin slow |
| Twist and twistin like hit this dough |
| Pull up from behind and is in his throat |
| Windows down gotta stop pollution |
| CDs 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 |
| I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can’t focus |
| I gotta get to home 'fore the po po’s scope this big ol Excursion swerving all |
| up in the curve man |
| Nigga 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 fuck |
| I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls |
| Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all |
| Comin up pretty deep, me and my do-jo |
| I gotta get back to backstreets |
| Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep |
| creep |
| Pop Pop hope cops don’t see me, on a low key |
| With no regards 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, but well if you want, nigga you poppin |
| dark |
| Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire |
| Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower |
| A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with |
| plenty of the drinkin drough |
| So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they |
| smilin |
| Thinkin they’ll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin |
| Cause they denyin is racial profiling |
| 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 try to come up fast |
| And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving 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’mma laugh at you then I’mma have to cruise I’m in number two on some more DJ |
| Screw |
| You can’t arrest me plus you can’t sue |
| This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU |
| I can’t be toss or tell em that they shoulda known |
| Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome |
| Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone |
| Like they couldn’t stop me I’mma bout to pull up at your home and it’s on |