Ridin’ Dirty (East Coast Remix) lyrics

[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, sh*t 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 c*ck, son, put lead in the clip
Came to a roadblock, man that's a b*tch
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 c*cked, 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