| 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 gonna 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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| 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 new chick, she like hold up
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| Next to the play-station 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 as hell so I pull in ladies
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| Laws on 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
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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 tippin' slow
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| Twin steady twistin' like hit this dough
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| Police pull up right behind and it's in his throat
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| Windows down gotta stop pollution
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| CD's change niggas like who is that producing?
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| This the Play-N-Skills 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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| 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 gonna 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 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
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| Swerving all up in the curve man
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| Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey
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| And the gin again is in again we in the wind
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| Doin' a hundred while I puff on the blunt
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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' pretty deep, me and my dogs
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| I gotta get back to back streets
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| Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
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| 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
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| 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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| 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 gonna 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, 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
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| 'Cause they think they know that they catchin' me
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| With plenty of the drink and 'dro
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| So they get behind me tryin to check my tags
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| Look at my rear-view 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
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| Giving 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'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise
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| 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 |
| I can't be touched 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'm about to pull up at your home and it's on
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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 gonna 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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| 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 gonna 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 |