Ridin’ (Workout Mix) ft. Krayzie Bone Lyrics

Ridin’ (Workout Mix) ft. Krayzie Bone - Workout Music

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(Ridin')

by

Krayzie Bone..

They see me rolling

They hating

Patrolling they trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

My music so loud

I'm swanging

They hoping that they gon' catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

[Chamillionaire:]

Police think they can see me lean

I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen

Police see me ride by they can see the gleam

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

Send a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone

Just tryna bone ain't tryna 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 tryna 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 gotta 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'm still ain't losing

They see me rolling

They hating

Patrolling they trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

My music so loud

I'm swanging

They hoping that they gon' catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

[Krayzie Bone:]

I been drinking and smoking

Holy shit 'cause I really can't focus

I gotta get it home 'fore the po po's scope this

Big old Excursion swerving

All up in the curbing

Nigga be sipping on the Hennessey and the gin again

It's in again, we in the wind

Doing 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 oz in my lap freezing my balls

Roll another tree, green leaves and all

Coming pretty deep, me and my dogs, yo

I gotta get the back streets

Wondering about the six pounds and I got heat

Glock Glock shots to the block we creep creep

Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a 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 popping, dog

Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rolling

They hating

Patrolling they trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

My music so loud

I'm swanging

They hoping that they gon' catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

[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 sure, 'cause they think they know

That they catching me with plenty of the drank and dro

So they get behind me, tryna 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

Yeah, 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 them, "We hate you."

I can't be touched and tell 'em that they shoulda known

Tipping down, I'm sitting 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

[2x]

They see me rolling

They hating

Patrolling they trying to catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

My music so loud

I'm swanging

They hoping that they gon' catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty

Tryna catch me riding dirty