Ridin'

"Ridin"

（feat Krayzie Bone）

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 new chick 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 *s tryin to jack for some

But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a ni**a 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 *s 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

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

I been drinkin and smokin holdin sh*t 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

Ni**a been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind

Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt

And rollin another one up we livin like we ain't givin a f**k

I got a revolver in my right hand 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls

Roll a ni**a tree green leaves and all

Comin pretty deep me and my do-jo