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# Debut Chart
7 Feb '06 R&B
1 Mar '06 Hot 100


[CHORUS] They see me rolling They hating Patrolling and trying To catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty My music's so loud, I'm swanging They hoping that they gon' Catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty

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Nigga's see if they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen For me, see me ride by They can see me gleam And my shine on the deck and TV screen Riding with a new chick She like, hold up Next to the PlayStation controller There's a full clip in my pistola Send the jacker into a coma Girl, you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just trying to bone Ain't trying to 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 And to the maximum I can speak for some niggas Try to jack for some But we packing something That we have for 'em We'll have a nigga locked up In the maximum security cell I'm gripping oak Music loud and I'm tipping slow Twins steady twisting Like hit this dough Police pull up right behind And we sitting low Windows down Gotta stop pollution City change Niggas like, who is that producing That's the Play N Skillz When we out and cruising Got warrants in every city Except Houston But I still ain't losing [repeat CHORUS] I been drinking and smoking Hold this shit 'Cause I really can't focus I got to get it home before the Po po scope this big old Excursion Swerving all up on the curb and Nigga been sippinf on that Hennessy and that gin again It's in again, we in the wind Doing a hundred While I puff on the blunt And roll another one up We living like we ain't giving a fuck I got blunt up in my right hand 40 Ounce in my left Freezing my balls Roll another tree Green leaves and all Coming pretty deep Me and my dogs Yo, I got to hit the back streets Wondering 'bout that 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 ya'll Keep a gun in the car And a blunt to spark Roll up if you want Nigga, get it popping, dog Ready or not We bust shots off in the air Krazie Bone and Chamillionaire [repeat CHORUS] Yo, what you think If so, I try to let you go Turn on my blinker light And then I swang it slow And they upset for sure 'Cause they think they know That they catching me with Plenty of the drink and dro So they get behind me Trying to check my tags Look in my rear view and they smiling Thinking they'll catch me In the wrong and keep trying Bitch steady denying That it's racial profiling Houston, Texas You can check my tags Pull me over Try to check my slab Glove compartment Gotta get my cash 'Cuz the crooked cops Try to come up fast And being the baller that I am I talk to them Giving a damn about them Not feeling my attitudes When they realize That I ain't even ridin' dirty Betcha'll be leaving With an even madder mood And I'm a laugh at you And then I have to cruise I'm on number two on some old DJ Screw You can't arrest me plus you can't sue This is a message to the law Tell 'em, we hate you I can't be touched And tell them they shoulda known Tipping down, I'm sitting Crooked on my chrome Booking my phone Finding a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up at your home And it's on [repeat CHORUS]


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