Ridin'

[Hook] They see me rolling They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty My music so loud I'm swangin' They hoping that they gonna catch me riding dirty Trying to catch me riding dirty [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Grinding 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 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 into the maximum I got speakers, some niggas trying to jack for some But we packing something and what we have for em We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum security cell I'm gripping oak Music loud and I'm tipping slow Twin's steady twisting 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 producing?" That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruising Got warrants in every city except Houston But I still ain't losin' [Hook] [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I've been drinking and smoking, 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 sipping 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 living like we ain't giving a fuck I got a blunt up in my right hand 40-ounce in my lap freezing my balls Roll another tree, green leaves and all Coming pretty deep, me and my dogs Yo I gotta hit the back streets Wondering about the 6 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', dogg Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire (Millionaire) [Hook] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] 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 catching me with plenty of the drank 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, they keep trying 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 Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast And being the baller that I am, I talk to them giving a Damn about them not feeling my attitude When they realize I ain't even riding dirty Bet you'll be leaving with an even madder mood I'mma laugh at you and then I'll have to cruise Yea, 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, telling em: "We hate you" I can't be touched and tell em that they should've known Tipping down, I'm sitting crooked on my chrome Booking my phone, finding a chick I want to bone Like they couldn't stop me I'm bout to pull up at your home, and it's on