They see me rollin...They hatin.../ Patrollin, and 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....
-Chamillionaire-
(Try and catch me. Yea) Grindin to see if they can see me lean/ I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen/ When you see me ride by they can see these gleam/ And my shine on the deck and the TV screen/ Now ridin with a new chick, she like "Hold up"/ Next to the Playstation controlla/ It's a full clip in, my (Cenz.), send a jacker into acoma/ Girl you ain't on crazy like Krayzie Bone/ Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies/ Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies/ Laws on patrol and you know they hate me (Know ya hate me)/ Music turned up all the way to the maximum/ I got speakers (Cenz.) tryna jack for some/ But we packin somethin and what we have for um/ We'll have a (Cenz.) locked up in a maximum, security cell/ I'm grippin oak (Oak)/ Music loud and I'm tippin slow (Slow)/ Twins steady twistin like "Hit this dough"/ (Cenz.) behind and it's in re-throwed/ Windows down, gotta stop pollution/ City change just 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
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-Krayzie Bone-
I've been (Cenz.) and smokin, holy (Cenz.) cause I really can't focus/ I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this/ Big ole Excursion just swerve, all up in the curb/ And (Cenz.) be sippin on the Hennessey and the Gin again, we Syn again we in to win/ Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt/ I roll another one up, and leave it like we ain't given a (Cenz.)/ I got a roll up in my right hand/ (Cenz.) in my back, freezin my (Cenz.)/ Rollin up a tree, green leaves and all/ Come pretty deep me and my dogs/ Yall wanna hit the backstreets? Wanted by the six-five and I got heat/ (Cenz.) shots to the block, we creep creep/ Pop pop hope (Cenz.) people seen me on the low key/ With no regard for the law, we dodge em like, "(Cenz.) em all"/ But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of yall/ Keep a (Cenz.) in car and a blunt to spark, wonder if you want/ (Cenz.) it poppin dog/ Ready or not, we gon' (Cenz.) off in the air/ Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire (Millionaire)
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-Chamillionaire-
You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go/ Turn on my blanker light, and never swang it slow/ (Cenz.) said fa sho/ Cause they think they know, that they catchin me with plenty of the drank and dro' (No)/ So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags/ Look in my rearview and they smilin/ Thinkin they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin (Keep tryin)/ Can't deniein that it's racial profilin/ Houston, Texas you can check my tags (Tags)/ Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab)/ Glove compartment, gotta get my cash cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast/ Bein the balla that I am, I'm 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 (Hahaha)/ Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise/ Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw/ You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue/ It's a message to the laws, tell em "We hate you"/ I could be tough tell em that they shoulda known/ Tippin down, 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
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Recorded for the Chamillionaire album The Sound of Revenge