Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin' Dirty [Srewed and Chopped], artist - Paul Wall.
Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ridin' Dirty [Srewed and Chopped] |
Yuh, know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
We over here in the grid iron, three in the mornin' |
This song here is dedicated to all them boys that put it down before us |
The foundation, know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors |
Shawty, understand this is how we roll |
Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's |
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know |
Choppin' on blades so amazin' |
Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy |
The lean and the weed got us lazy |
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know |
I’m comin' straight out of the South, with my nuts in my hand |
It’s the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state of Texas, that’s my land |
Who’s the man that’s in demand? |
It’s Paul Wall baby yeah that’s me |
I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside on that South Lee |
And I’m hustlin', on the grind, seventy two, I was straight |
No time to eat or sleep, I’m stackin' licks that just won’t wait |
I’m campaignin' for a new Benz, on the rims with bubble lens |
So I’m stackin' every dollar I see, hundreds, fifties, twenties and tens |
Doors open and doors close, never sweat hoes, players get chose |
Hustle and flow, cars close, that’s the player life that I know |
Roll the dank up, where’s the 'dro, pour the drank up, where’s the fo' |
Stackin' money all on the low and we still ridin' dirty, pimpin' |
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors |
Shawty, understand this is how we roll |
Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's |
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know |
Choppin' on blades so amazin' |
Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy |
The lean and the weed got us lazy |
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know |
I’m ridin' drop top on them roller skates, candy Charlie ranch’n paint |
Enjoyin' the spoils of hard work, in grind mode tryna get that bank |
I don’t know what these boys thank, my motivation is Benjamin Franklin |
I’m tryna maintain this wealth that I been calculatin' |
Gettin' money, that’s all I know, on my toes, never off my note |
Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk just like a pro |
I grind, it’s off to work I go, I hustle hard, it’s non-stop |
And if I flop, I switch the hustle, I learn the game and then set-up shop |
I’m strivin' to make it to the top, it’s all or nothin', no turnin' back |
I’m with them boys out on the block, accumulatin' them paper stacks |
I’m makin' money it’s where it’s at, whatever it takes, crackerjack |
In love with my money and that’s a fact and we still ridin' dirty, pimpin' |
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors |
Shawty, understand this is how we roll |
Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's |
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know |
Choppin' on blades so amazin' |
Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy |
The lean and the weed got us lazy |
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know |
Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin' |
Trunk is popped up, screens fallin' from the sky |
I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie |
And I’m ridin' on that glassy chrome, all courtesy of my hustle gang |
Be a hustler’s in my bloodline, I don’t complain or whine |
I just get on my grind, puttin' in work overtime |
I learned overtime, many hustles of every kind |
Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that paper on my mind |
I was born blind, but now I see the road to riches |
It’s a long road, full of hurdles, potholes and ditches |
Bernard Freeman taught me to keep it movin' when you take a loss |
And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all cost |
I peeped game from the best and since then I been playin' chess |
I put in work with no rest, to get that paper that’s my quest |
I’m on a slow grind towards success, one of the best 'cause I keep it fresh |
I’m one hundred and nothin' less and I’m still ridin' dirty, pimpin' |
Pimpin' hoes, slammin' Cadillac doors |
Shawty, understand this is how we roll |
Parkin' lot pimpin' on 4's |
VA to H-Town, yeah you already know |
Choppin' on blades so amazin' |
Look at them boy’s teeth, that’s crazy |
The lean and the weed got us lazy |
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know |
On behalf of the People’s Champ, me, myself Pretty Todd and Calvin Earl |
Funky Fingers, I hear ya baby, we’d like to thank ya for yaour purchase |
Keep holdin' the South down, because, we are |