Krayzie Bone - Ridin' [Dirty] Lyrics (2024)

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then I'll have to cruiseYa my number two on some old school DJ ScrewYou can't arrest me, plus you can't sueThis is a message to the laws. tell 'em we hate youI could be tough, tell 'em that they should a knownTippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chromeBookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna boneLike they couldn't stop meI'm 'bout to pull up at your home, and it's onThey see me rollin'They hatin', patrollin', and tryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyMy music so loudI'm swangin'They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyThey see me rollin'They hatin', patrollin', and tryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyMy music so loudI'm swangin'They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirtyTryin' a catch me ridin' dirty

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