Play Dirty by Chamillionaire
They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin' 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 so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
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 Play station controlla
It's a full clip and my pistolla
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
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for um
We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twins steady twistin' like "Hit this dough"
D's behind and it's in rethrowed
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'
They see me rollin'
They hatin', patrollin 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 so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
Tryna catch me ridin' dirty
I've been drinkin' and smokin', holy shit 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po po's scope this
Big ole excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin' on the Hennessey and the Gin again
It's in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up and leave it like we ain't givin' a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six five 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"
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