Lyrical Breakdown of Ridin Dirty (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Sound of Revenge (Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Cheea) Remix!! Jae Millz, Papoose and Chamillionaire (Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Cheea) Chamilitary man (Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Ch, Cheea) From the Dirty South to the East Coast Same thing folks The N.Y.P.D. Be hatin' And hopin' that they gon' catch us ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty And in my hometown It's the same thing You know HPD can't catch me ridin' dirty Tryin to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin to catch me ridin' dirty (he's back) I'm a millionaire (yeah) 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 The police know I'm gettin' it I roll 4 dough Infinity 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' 'Cuz you can't drink Gon' be tough to find Police trynna take me down like I'm Busta Rhymes We're tryn'a bust da rhymes That's why they bustin' down the doors In the club tellin' us to touch the ground (huh) I know the one time watchin' me 'Cuz everywhere I go they followin' And they stoppin' me (Why?) 'Cuz they think I'm ridin' dirty But you know I'm too smart for that And as far as the tint what as dark as that I got 'em midnight she be black on both sides Probably over city size so our 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 shoppin' in the Galleria From H-Town to H-Town we ride out Burn money, shine and pull 'em rides out 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 'Specially when I'm on the remix ridin' dirty With the homie Chamillionaire Put it in the air! Papoose Papoose, that's who pass you Bad news That dude parked dead on the strip (uh) Keep a hot hun ridin' shotgun Makin' my runs gettin' head in the whip (uh) Blow my gun 'til the cops come Keep it on cock son put lead in the clip Came to a road block, 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 eye's why I'm takin' the risk You sideline guys beggin' don't snitch Hope the K9 can't find the bread or the bricks None of ya'll rappers ain't F'in with this Ya'll 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 Cris like Chris Brown, Christopher Wallace Chris Reeve, Christon and Luda Keep the gat cocked stashed in the stash box Locked up with padlocks I'm a straight shoota A future billionaire runnin' with Chamillionaire I'm outta here homie here come the state troopers The N.Y.P.D. Be hatin' And hopin' that they gon' catch us ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty And in my hometown It's the same thing You know HPD can't catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty Well, tell 'em to try again