Lyric: Chamillionare (Audition)

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They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrolling 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

Police think they can see me lean
Got tints so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the gleam
Go my shine on the deck and a TV screen
Ridin' wit' a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the playstation controller
Is a full clip and my pistol-a
Turn a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to bone ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean itself so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas tryna jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that leave half of 'em
Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum-security cell
I'm grippin oak
Music loud and i'm tippin' slow
Twist and twistin' like hit this dough
Police pull up from behind and is in his throat
Windows down gotta stop pollution
CDs change niggaz like who's that producin'
This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I'm still ain't losin'

I been drinkin' and smokin', hold it, *
Cuz a brother can't focus
I gotta get at home 'fore the po-po scope this big ol' Excursion swerving all up in the curve an'
Nigga been sippin' on dat Hennessey and gin again, it's in again, we in the wind
Doin' a 100 while puff and puffin' a blunt
And roll another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a *
Another blunt is in my right hand
40 ounce on my lap freezin' my balls
Roll another tree, green leaves, and O's
Come up pretty deep me and my dogs
All are gonna get the backstreets
Wanted by the six pound 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 regards for the law, dodge 'em like * '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 up if you want, nigga we poppin' dog
Ready or not we buss shots off in the air, Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

Yo what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow
A nigga upset for sho' cuz 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 at my rearview and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong well keep tryin'
Cuz they 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
Cuz the crooked cops try to come up fast
And being a baller that I am I talk to them
Giving 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 then I have to cruise
Jammin' number two on some old 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 can't be touched and tell 'em dat they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, finding a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'm 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on


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