Ridin' Dirty (East Coast Remix)

[Intro: Chamillionaire] Sound of Revenge (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chea) Remix! Jae Millz, Papoose and Chamillionaire (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chea) Chamilitary man (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chea) From the Dirty South to the East Coast Same thing folks [Chorus: Chamillionaire] The NYPD be hatin And hopin that they goin to catch us ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty And in my hometown, it's the same thing You know HPD can't catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty (He's back) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] I'm a millionaire (Chea) I deserve some respect The reason you was hired was to serve and protect (Don't serve and protect) But burn up your check Take you a year to make what I earn in a sec Old white lady said I was disturbin her rest (Yup) Let me put you on to some current events Last two times that I saw the police I got served a subpoena and served an arrest (Yup) Who the hell said the suburbs was the best He a liar I gotta bring 'em back to the streets Jae Millz got beef I'm comin back to the east Papoose got beef I'm comin back with my piece (uh!) I own my chrome, not rentin it (Yeah) The police know I'm gettin it (Yeah) I roll four-do' Infiniti So they pull me over, tell me show identity Continental drop roll like Kennedy 'Cept you can minus the assassination I know cats be hatin', I know that you waitin' To catch me slippin' while I'm tippin, isn't that amazin? Cause you can't drink, gon be tough to find Police tryin take me down like I'm Busta Rhymes We're tryna bust the rhymes, that's why they bustin' down The doors in the club tellin us to touch the ground, huh? [Chorus: Chamillionaire] The NYPD be hatin And hopin that they goin to catch us ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty And in my hometown, it's the same thing You know HPD can't 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: Jae Millz] I know the one time watchin me (Huh?) Cause everywhere I go, they followin' And they stoppin me (Why?) Cause they think I'm ridin dirty But you know I'm too smart for that And as far as the tints, what's dark as that? I got 'em midnight, shit be black on both sides Probably overzealous how us NY boys ride I know they hate to see a young G ridin' Pretty ass vehicle with a neck full of diamonds But get too close and I'll blind 'em I'll show the strip girls what Harlem like When I'm at Harlem Nights, bag the wildest divas Make 'em take me shopping in the Galleria From H-Town to H-Town, we ride out (Huh) Burn money, shine and pull 'em rides out (Huh) Hit the block, post up and grind out When you hit cops the only time you call a time out It's your boy Jae Millz in here I gotta keep it trill in here Especially when I'm on the remix, ridin dirty With the homie Chamillionaire, put it in the air! [Chorus: Chamillionaire] The NYPD be hatin And hopin that they goin to catch us ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty And in my hometown, it's the same thing You know HPD can't 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: Papoose] Papoose, Papoose, that's who pass you Bad news, that dude parked dead on the strip, uh Keep a hot hon' ridin shotgun While I'm makin my runs, gettin' head in the whip, uh Load my gun 'til the cops come Keep it on cock, son, put lead in the clip Came to a roadblock, man that's a bitch I can make a U-turn, fled on 'em quick Automatic, won't be caught dead with a stick Put the pedal to the medal, I'm wreckless with this On the I-95, hand full of piff Got the wild eyes, why? I'm takin the risk You sideline guys beggin', don't snitch Hope the K-9 can't find the bread or the bricks None of y'all rappers ain't F'in with this Y'all movin' backwards like 7 to 6, uh Wheels goin' and goin', I stay smokin' and blowin' I'm steady blowin' and smokin' that straight Buddha Sip Crist' like Chris Brown, Christopher Wallace Chris Reeves, Christon and Luda Keep the gat cocked, stashed in the stash box Locked up with padlocks, I'm a straight shooter A future billionaire runnin' with Chamillionaire I'm outta here homie, you can call the state troopers [Chorus: Chamillionaire] The NYPD be hatin And hopin that they goin to catch us ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty And in my hometown, it's the same thing You know HPD can't 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 NYPD be hatin And hopin that they goin to catch us ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty And in my hometown, it's the same thing You know HPD can't catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty Tryna catch me ridin dirty, but tell 'em to try again