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Song: | Rollin' |
Album: | Man On Fire | Genres: | |
Year: | 2006 |
Length: | 144 sec |
Lyrics:
[Chorus] They see me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud Im swangin They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Police think they can see me lean Im tint so it aint easy to be seen When you see me ride by they can see the glean 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 Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you aint know, Im crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin to bone aint tryin to have no babies Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies Laws of patrolling you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, Im grippin oak Music loud and tippin slow Twist and twistin like hit this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin Got warrants in every city except Houston but Im still aint losin
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother cant focus I gotta get to home fore the po pos scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt And rollin another one up, we livin like we aint givin a fuck I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo I gotta get back to backstreets Wanted by the six pounD and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep Pop Pop hope cops dont see me, on a low key With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all But I wont get caught up and brought up on charges for none of yall Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drinkin drough So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin Thinkin theyll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin Cause they denyin is racial profiling Houston, TX you can check my tags Pull me over try to check my slab Glove compartment gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a Damn bout not feeling my attitude When they realize I aint even ridin dirty bet youll be leavin with an even madder mood Imma laugh at you then Imma have to cruise Im in number two on some more DJ Screw You cant arrest me plus you cant sue This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU I cant be toss or tell em that they shoulda known Tippin down sittin crooked on my chrome Bookin my phone tryin to find a chick I wanna bone Like they couldnt stop me Imma bout to pull up at your home and its on
[Chorus 2x]
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