Still Ridin’ Dirty
UGK, Scarface
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Look me in my eyes playa Tell me what you see If you man enough to face it, a muthafuckin G If you man enough to say it The muthafuckin one One that none wanna play wit, muthafuckin Bun Many have come and most would go, yet He remains as most would know (most would know) Came in with less than the ones befo' him A Sweet full of 'dro (and what?) a cup of Pro-M (huh) Muthafuckas would act like they Ain't know him His mentality was, "F*ck that I'll show them" Made men mad or not, rich men getting scared Trill 'til I D-IE, I didn't care Ridin on fo' bald tires wit no spare No nuts, no glory and I'm ready to go there And I can't i can't explain the way I feel When I'm behind the wheel (Still ridin' dirty) ohh oh oh I'm still ridin' dirty "Peep this game here Nigga I'm not no pimp i Pimped fifteen years ago Nigga, I got DEGREES in Playaand pimpin on niggas Hoes, err'y nigga get in my face I'll play on 'em you up, nigga?" Look me in my eyes nigga Tell me how you feel when you see the Pimp Be shinin and grippin on the wheel When you see the boy, be grindin Ain't nothin here for free It's the one ya love to hate They call him Young Pimp C (Pimp C) Niggas done tried, I'll bust they side You can run up on my ride I'mma look at your mind (look at your mind) On the concrete, cauliflower on the street Make ya jelly jump Ain't no need for this shit punk Muthafuckas be playin like they Can't get killed F*ck what ya represent and f*ck how you feel Ho niggas eat a dick Blow you can get a brick Twelve-five goin' live Lamborghini wit the stick Ridin up ten wit ten books and a half-breed Tryna get to PA and the laws just passed me And I can't i can't explain the way I feel When I'm behind the wheel (Still ridin' dirty) ohh oh oh I'm still ridin' dirty "You in the WAY man on some real PLAYAS stompin' on them lil' Navigators and Carryin on man gettin trucks under the Year and puttin' spinners on it Ya fakin! church!" I live off truth, you live off lies So when yo shit falls short Don't even be surprised at all You go off opinions and I got facts So when yo shit don't add up Don't fix yo face to ask at all You do what you can, I do what I feel (do what I feel) and that there in ITSELF The definition of trill you live by the gun You die by the slugs mayne You live off of fiends You'll die behind drugs mayne Them mean mugs hides tears and pain And I can't feel your frustrations So please refrain You ain't got nothin to gain From playin around And I ain't got nothin to lose In layin you down I made a promise to make it home For the kids and the wife (What that mean?) I didn't come to kill But I will leave with yo' life and I can't I can't explain the way I feel When I'm behind the wheel (Still ridin' dirty) ohh oh oh I'm still ridin' dirty All I see is muthafuckin' laws galore Hit the pen and then I swore Never be a stupid ass I'll never hit the pen no mo' Them hoes gave me eight and Nigga had ta pull half It almost killed my mama when The feds bought the drama The IRS say I owe 'em nine mill-ion Took all the paper from my Wife and my children hold my mama shit My grandmamma and daddy too Now tell me what the F*CK Was I supposed to do? No money on my books but I got my game Had a young guard bitch to Smuggle me in some cocaine In her pussy, I'm jackin off smellin plastic Slangin powder in the pen, shit drastic It's money in this bitch, I send it all home Locker full of food, big hygiene And a cell phone, bITCH Knalmtalkinbout? And I made It home muthafucka All you funky-ass bitches out there Picture me rollin like 'Pac, BITCH Knalmtalkinbout? (Knalmtalkinbout?) Ridin' DIRTY (Ridin dirty) Original Ridin' Dirty, nigga! Hol' up Nigga you know who made up this shit! "You fake these girls out, you Take 'em around these hotels, understand me? Push that lil' bitty funky weed on 'em Ya dig what I mean? Scare 'em to death And a REAL playa that got Penthouses and homes and And and-and-and big D, DTS Northstars and Benzes and stuff Ya understand me? You have the Game so mixed up The broad don't even wanna do What she S'POSED to do, get some MONEY! You need to step off Take ya tennis shoes somewhere And your sweatsuit's and ya Kobe Bryant Outfit, and go JOIN the Lakers, square! Pussy free Prol'ly leave it out knowin that's the CHURCH (Teddy want some tittes) Three Fo' titties and you HEARD dat!"
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Written by: CHAD L. BUTLER, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, MIKE DEAN, BRAD JORDAN
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