Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Juvenile. Album song UTP: The Movement, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.01.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Oarfin
Song language: English
Intro |
I’m lookin in my rearview |
And I can see a clearer view of you |
This is the remix, I see you waitin, I know you hatin… |
I see them watchin, they waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
I see them watchin, and waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
(Ch-chea! Chamillitary mayne, uh, yeah) |
I got 20 grand in my pocket and |
I’m ridin' around with my pockets crammed |
You the one that got the contraband |
And you smokin that like you in Amsterdam |
Before I know it, I see them sirens |
I’m pullin' over — aye, we just ridin'! |
Don’t talk back, won’t be no violence |
Just shut up, and sit in your seat in silence |
Now the police is searchin who? |
They searchin me and then they searchin you |
They smell the breeze and you smell like trees |
Cause you hit the blunt and hit the purple, too |
Now the lie is irreversable |
Because you just told 'em we were ridin' clean |
They question you, but they ain’t question me yet |
I’m thinkin the police ain’t find a thing |
Standin on the side of the freeway |
Wishing they would just hurry up |
And I can see, you walkin up to me |
Like he about to put me up in them cuffs |
I turned around and I look at you |
And you look away like you feeling sick |
I’m goin to jail for what I didn’t commit |
I must admit, that I hate a snitch |
I see them watchin, they waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
I see them watchin, and waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
Ever since they heard the song «Ridin' Dirty» |
The whole world been listening, I’m glad you heard me |
Some cops that representin the badge assure me |
Every cop ain’t bad or tryin to scurr me |
A year after «White and Nerdy» |
On the grind, still tryin, still flyin birdies |
That stuff still in ya cup, still drivin' swervy |
Ridin dirty like the vehicle inside the derby |
A little inspired by U.G.K |
And the rest inspired by the life I’m livin |
Seen that Impala, he was drunk |
And that’s when I saw the red lights go get 'em |
And it’s ironic that during the chase |
Seen «Murder Chase», and this kid was Christian |
Movin target ran across the street |
And unfortunately the car didn’t miss him |
And now the family is soon to know |
That they gon have to do another funeral |
The angels ain’t singin to ya tune no more |
Don’t move too fast, baby move it slow |
Cause one day ya here, baby |
Next thing ya know, next thing ya know |
Everything that used to move don’t move no more |
I see them watchin, they waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
I see them watchin, and waitin |
For an opportunity to ride up on me |
Hopin they don’t roll up on me, cause today I’m ridin dirty |
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight |
(This is not a movie, it’s real life, yeah, yeah…) |
It’s real life, it ain’t just a song, it’s a message |
Nobody ever opens they eyes till somebody gets killed |
Rest in peace to Sean Bell |
Chamillitary Mayne |