Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin' , by - Chamillionaire. Release date: 31.12.2010
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 gonna 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 new chick, she like hold up |
| Next to the play-station 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 as hell so I pull in ladies |
| Laws on 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 |
| Twin steady twistin' like hit this dough |
| Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat |
| Windows down gotta stop pollution |
| CD's change niggas like who is that producing? |
| This the Play-N-Skills 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 |
| 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 gonna 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 |
| 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 puff on the blunt |
| 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' pretty deep, me and my dogs |
| I gotta get back to back streets |
| 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 |
| 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 gonna 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 |
| 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 drink 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' |
| 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 touched 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'm about to pull up at your home and it's on |
| 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 gonna 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 |
| 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 gonna 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 |