| Yuh, know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| We over here in the grid iron, three in the mornin'
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| This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down before us
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| The foundation, know what I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors
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| Shawty, understand this is how we roll
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| Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's
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| VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
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| Choppin' on blades so amazin'
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| Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy
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| The lean and the weed got us lazy
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| Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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| I’m comin' straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand
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| It’s the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas, that’s my land
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| Who’s the man that’s in demand? |
| It’s Paul Wall baby yeah that’s me
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| I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee
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| And I’m hustlin', on the grind, seventy two, I was straight
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| No time to eat or sleep, I’m stackin' licks that just won’t wait
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| I’m campaignin' for a new Benz, on the rims with bubble lens
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| So I’m stackin' every dollar I see, hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens
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| Doors open and doors close, never sweat hoes, players get chose
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| Hustle and flow, cars close, that’s the player life that I know
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| Roll the dank up, where’s the 'dro, pour the drank up, where’s the fo'
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| Stackin' money all on the low and we still ridin' dirty, pimpin'
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| Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors
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| Shawty, understand this is how we roll
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| Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's
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| VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
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| Choppin' on blades so amazin'
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| Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy
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| The lean and the weed got us lazy
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| Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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| I’m ridin' drop top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch’n paint
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| Enjoyin' the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryna get that bank
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| I don’t know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin
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| I’m tryna maintain this wealth that I been calculatin'
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| Gettin' money, that’s all I know, on my toes, never off my note
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| Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro
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| I grind, it’s off to work I go, I hustle hard, it’s non-stop
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| And if I flop, I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop
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| I’m strivin' to make it to the top, it’s all or nothin', no turnin' back
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| I’m with them boys out on the block, accumulatin' them paper stacks
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| I’m makin' money it’s where it’s at, whatever it takes, crackerjack
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| In love with my money and that’s a fact and we still ridin' dirty, pimpin'
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| Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors
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| Shawty, understand this is how we roll
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| Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's
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| VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
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| Choppin' on blades so amazin'
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| Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy
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| The lean and the weed got us lazy
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| Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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| Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin'
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| Trunk is popped up, screens fallin' from the sky
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| I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie
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| And I’m ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle gang
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| Be a hustler’s in my bloodline, I don’t complain or whine
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| I just get on my grind, puttin' in work overtime
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| I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind
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| Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind
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| I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches
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| It’s a long road, full of hurdles, potholes and ditches
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| Bernard Freeman taught me to keep it movin' when you take a loss
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| And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost
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| I peeped game from the best and since then I been playin' chess
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| I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that’s my quest
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| I’m on a slow grind towards success, one of the best 'cause I keep it fresh
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| I’m one hundred and nothin' less and I’m still ridin' dirty, pimpin'
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| Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors
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| Shawty, understand this is how we roll
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| Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's
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| VA to H-Town, yeah you already know
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| Choppin' on blades so amazin'
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| Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy
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| The lean and the weed got us lazy
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| Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know
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| On behalf of the People’s Champ, me, myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl
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| Funky Fingers, I hear ya baby, we’d like to thank ya for yaour purchase
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| Keep holdin' the South down, because, we are |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ridin' Dirty , by - Paul Wall. Song from the album The People's Champ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп