Ridin’ Songtext
von Chamillionaire feat. Krayzie Bone

They see me rollin′, they hatin'
Patrollin′ and tryna catch me ridin' dirty

Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music so loud, I′m swangin'
They hopin′ that they gon' catch me ridin′ dirty

Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty


Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I′m tint, so it ain't easy to be seen
Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And ride with a new chick, she like, "Hold up!"
Next to the PlayStation controller
It′s a full clip in my pistola
Send a jacker into a coma
Girl, you ain't know, I′m crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell so I pull in ladies
Law's on patrol and you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up into the maximum
I got speakers, some niggas tryna jack for some
But we packin′ somethin′ and what we have for 'em
We′ll have a nigga locked up in a maximum
Security cell, I'm grippin′ oak
Music loud and I'm tippin′ slow
Twin's steady twistin' like, "Hit this dough!"
Police pull up right behind and it′s in his throat

Windows down, got to stop pollution

CD changes, niggas like, "Who is that producin′?"

That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin′

Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin′


They see me rollin', they hatin′
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
My music so loud, I'm swangin′
They hopin' that they gon′ catch me ridin' dirty

Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty

Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

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 old Excursion just swervin', all up in the curb′n
A nigga be sippin′ on the Hennessy and the gin again

It's in again, we in the wind
Doin′ a hundred while I puff on a blunt
And roll another one up, we livin' like we ain′t givin' a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40-ounce in my lap freezin′ my balls
Roll another tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dogs

Yo, I gotta hit the back streets
Wonderin' about the six pounds and I got heat
Glock, Glock shots to the block, we creep-creep
Pop-pop, hope cops don′t 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
Roll it up if you want, nigga, get 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
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty

My music so loud, I'm swangin′
They hopin' that they gon′ catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

Now would you think it so? I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow
And they upset for sho′, 'cause they think they know
That they catchin′ me with plenty of the drank and dro
So they get behind me, tryna check my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin′ they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin'
Steady denyin′ that it′s racial profilin'
Houston, Texas, you can check my tags
Pull me over, try to check my slab
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
′Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast
And bein′ the baller that I am, I talk to them
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
I'ma laugh at you and then I′ll have to cruise

Yeah, my #2 on some old-school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can′t sue
This is a message to the law, tellin' them: "We hate you."
I can′t be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, I′m 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

Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
My music so loud, I'm swangin′
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

They see me rollin′, they hatin'
Patrollin′ and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty

My music′s so loud, I'm swangin′
They hopin' that they gon′ catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin′ dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty