Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ridin' Dirty, artist - Trae. Album song Traebute 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Abn
Song language: English
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 gon 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 nooche, she like hold up Next to the playstation 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 itself so I pull in ladies |
Laws of 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 |
Twist and twistin like hit this dough |
Pull up from behind and is in his throat |
Windows down gotta stop pollution |
CDs change niggas like who is that producing? |
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin |
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I’m still ain’t losin |
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 come from the block |
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 up pretty deep, me and my do-jo |
I gotta get back to backstreets |
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 |
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 drinkin drough |
So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview 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 toss 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’mma bout to pull up at your home and it’s on |