Chamillionaire - Ridin Durty Lyrics

Chamillionaire
Miscellaneous
Ridin Durty
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)

[Krayzie Bone]
I've been drinkin and smokin, holy shit cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this
Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin on the Hennessey and the Gin again
its in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up, and leave it like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin my balls
Rollin up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five and I got heat
glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop pop hope cops dont see me on the low key
With no regard 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
wonder if you want nigga it poppin dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)

You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go
Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow
and they upset for fa sho
Cause they think they know
that they catchin me with plenty of the drank and dro' (No)
So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags
Look in my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin (Keep tryin)
steady denyin that it's racial profilin
Houston, Texas you can check my tags (Tags)
Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab)
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast
Bein the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin a
damn about them not feelin my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
Bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood (Hahaha)
Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you"
I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin down, sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone, findin a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm bout to pull up at your home, and it's on

They see me rollin'
They hatin, patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)