Chamillionaire — Ridin Dirty West Coast Remix

[Intro: Chamillionaire] "The Sound of Revenge" (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chea) Chamilitary mayne, and we certified platinum now baby So I think it's time to 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 [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Police in L.A. to the Bay Be hoping 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 The West Coast remix, let's get paid Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] It's 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 with the gimmicks mayne Private jet when I hit the West You know I had to mess with DJ Quik and Game I must confess that I am the best If you don't like it, then quit the game Can't stop it, stop it like it's a train Pulled over my tour bus Said to my road manager "Don't talk to me like you're tough" Told my DJ and my brother "Wanna see your pants pulled up" They didn't see me, I was at MTV Hostin' "Sucker Free", hah, fooled ya Yadadim sayin', yadadamean Shine all my jewels so my diamonds'll bling I got a license to ride with the things So hatin' police can just turn off your beams Yadadi'm sayin', yadadamean Bird watch but ain't finding a thing The only bird is inside of my bling Canary diamonds inside of my ring [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Police in L.A. to the Bay Be hoping 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 The West Coast remix, let's get paid Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Here's a little fact, ain't this funny? They kill niggas all day for free, why wouldn't 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 put the "C" in corrupt He 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 sayin', "I don't pack guns, I don't sell dope Just because I whip a Lexus, why I gotta go to court To prove it's mine? Your light in my rearview's blinding And what if I wreck? It's your job to serve and protect I think you're doin' too much, in some places y'all ain't doin' enough And I ain't gotta be cuffed and roughed up While ya man's goin' pillaging through my stuff What the hell's wrong with y'all? Ain't forty thousand dollars a year enough for you? And just because I make a whole hell of a lot more than you That don't give you reason to stalk me You telling me to park my car and walk?" I guess LAPD means Law Abiding Prevents Death I hope Ms. Wallace go get her checks I got lawyers with 100% wins I sued y'all once before and I will do it again [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Police in L.A. to the Bay Be hoping 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 The West Coast remix, let's get paid Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty [Verse 3: The Game] Chamillionaire made my grill Hundred flores, made my wheels Lamborghini with the doors up On 24s, I'm paid for real LAPD wanna lock me up Impound my Lambo, watch me scramble Eagle on my lap throw bullets like Randell Bitch in the passenger side grab the handle Smoke the tires, throw it into first Hit the chronic, throw it in the dirt Ghetto bird over my shoulders, I'm just rolling Lemme see if that spotlight work I'm switching lanes, cutting up a swisher mayne I ain't tripping mayne, I'm just dipping mayne Tryna get some brains Sitting back in the Lambo watching the Pistons game Stop at a light, fans yelling, "It's The Game!" They love me and Quik the same Cause we West Coast veterans, nobody better than D.O.C said and, I can't let it in Not here, not now Throw it into fifth and let the top down Way too 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 Pulled her 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!" [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Police in L.A. to the Bay Be hoping 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 The West Coast remix, let's get paid Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty