Chamillionaire – Ridin’ (Instrumental) (Prod. By Play-N-Skillz) | Throwback Thursdays

[Chorus: 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’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

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
Grindin’ to see if they can see me lean
I’m tint, so it ain’t easy to be seen
Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
I’m ridin’ with a new chick, she like, “Hold up!”
Next to the PlayStation controller
It’s a full clip in my pistola
Send a jacker into a coma (Woo!)
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 packin’ somethin’ and what we have for ’em
We’ll have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell, I’m grippin’ oak (Oak)
Music loud and I’m tippin’ slow (Slow)
Twin’s steady twistin’ like, “Hit this though!”
Police pull up right behind and it’s in his throat
The windows down, got to stop pollution
CD change, niggas 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’
[Chorus: 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’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

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
I’ve been drinkin’ and smokin’
Holy shit, cause I really can’t focus
I gotta get it home ‘fore the po-po’s scope this
Big old Excurs’ just swervin’, all up in the curb and
Nigga be sippin’ on the Hennessy and the gin again
It’s in again, we in the wind
Doin’ a hundred while I puff on a blunt and roll another one up
We livin’ like we ain’t givin’ a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40-ounce in my lap freezin’ my balls
Roll another tree, green leaves and all
Comin’ pretty deep, me and my dawgs
Yo, I gotta hit the back streets
Wonderin’ ’bout 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 the lowkey
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, and get it poppin’, dawg
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
[Chorus: 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’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

[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
Now would you think it’s so? I tried to let you go
Turn on my blinker light and then I swang it slow
And they upset for sho’, ’cause 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 in my rearview and they smilin’
Thinkin’ they’ll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin’
Keep steady denyin’ that it’s racial profilin’
Houston, Texas, you can check my tags (Tags)
Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab)
The glove compartment, gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops’ll try to come up fast
And bein’ the baller that I am, I 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
I’ma laugh at you and then I’ll 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 law, tell ’em, “We hate you”
I can’t be touched and tell ’em that they shoulda known
Tippin’ down, I’m 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
[Chorus: 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’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
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’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