Chamillionaire

Chamillionaire - Ridin' Dirty (West Coast Remix) lyrics

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(feat. DJ Quik, The Game)

[Chamillionaire]

We certified platinum now baby

So I think it's time we give a toast to the Connection between the South

and the West Coast

And prepair for the remix with the L.A. and the bay Area

Police in L.A. to the bay

Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

The West coast remix, lets get paid

Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and Early

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

[Chamillionaire]

Its the youngin from Houston Texas

That you know always be spittin flames

Hustlers in the streets mess with me

Cause they know I ain't to pull gimmicks man

Private jet when I hit the west

You know I had to mess with DJ Quik and Game

I must impress that I am the best

If you dont like it then quit the game

Can't stop it stop it like its a train

Pulled over my tour bus

Said to my road manager

Dont talk to me like your tough

Told my DJ and my brother

I wanna see your Pants pulled up

They didnt see me, I was at MTV

On some sucker free heh fooled ya

Knaw what I'm saying, knaw what I mean

Shine on my jewels and diamonds that bling

I got a license to ride with the things

So hatin police can just turn off your beams

Knaw what I'm saying, knaw what I mean

Bird watch but ain't finding a thing

The only bird is inside of my bling

Canary diamonds inside of my ring

Police in L.A. to the bay

Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

The West coast remix, lets get paid

Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and Early

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

[DJ Quik]

Here's a little fact, ain't this funny

They kill niggaz all day for free

Why wouldnt they Kill for money?

They pick me up for questioning about B.I.G

Detective probably know more about it than me

Try to gaffle a nigga up all abrupt

The crooked dudes what they see they corrupt

They wanna see in my trunk

Dragged me out the car

And threw me face down on the ground

And put his Knee in my butt

I'm saying I dont pack guns, I dont sell dope

Just because I whip a lexus

Why I gotta go to court to prove its mine

Your light in my rear-views blinding

What if I wreck, Its your job to serve and protect

I think your doing too much

In some places y'all ain't doing enough

And I ain't gotta be cuffed and roughed up

While ya mans going pillaging through my stuff

What the hells wrong with y'all?

Aint forty thousand dollars a year enough for you

And just because I make a whole hella lot more than you

That dont give you reason to stalk me

You telling me to park my car and walk

I guess L.A.P.D. means Law abide and prevent step

I hope Ms. Wallace go get her checks

I got lawyers with 100 percent wins

I sued y'all once before and I will do it again

Police in L.A. to the bay

be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

The West coast remix, lets get paid

cuz you know that you hustlers be up bright and early

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

[The Game]

Chamillionaire made my grill hundred flores

Made my wheels Lamborgini whip

The doors up on 24ls I'm paid for real

L.A.P.D wanna lock me up

Impound my lambo, watch me scramble

Eagle on my lap throw bullets like Randell

Bitch in the passinger side grab the handle

Smoke the tires, throw it into first

Get the chronic throw it in the dirt

Ghetto bird over my shoulders I'm just rolling Lemme see if theres a

problem like work

I'm switching lanes, cutting up a swisher mang

I ain't tripping mang, I'm just dipping mang

Trying to get some brains

Sittin back in the lambo watching the Pistons game

Stop at a light, told y'all'd miss The Game

You love me and Quik the same

Cause we West Coast veterans

Nobody better than, D.O.C set an 'em

I can't let it in, not here, not now

Throw it into fifth and let the top down

Way to quick I can't be locked down

Foot up on the gas where the cops now

Pull over park the whip

Call chamillionaire and talk some shit

Almost forgot this bitch head on my lap

Pull the ponytail get off my dick

Matter fact grab your shit, fix your weave

Get your louie bag and get out my whip

One more thing, you forgot your wire bitch

Police in L.A. to the bay

Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

The West coast remix, lets get paid

Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early

Tryna catch me ridin dirty [x4]

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