Chamillionaire featuring Krazie Bone
Ridin'
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Original Explanation of Slang and Cultural References

CHORUS
They see me rollin'
They hatin'
Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty
(Tryna to catch me ridin' dirty/repeat four times)
My music's so loud
I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
(tryna to catch me ridin' dirty/repeat four times)

They see me driving
They hate me
They are patrolling and trying to catch me driving with something illegal in my car
(trying to catch me driving with something illegal in my car/repeat four times)
My music is so loud
I'm driving from side to side
They are hoping that they will catch me driving with something illegal in my car
(trying to catch me driving with something illegal in my car/repeat four times)

(Chamillionaire)
Nigga's see if they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
For me--see me ride by
They can see me gleam
And my shine on the deck and TV screen
Ridin' with a new chick, she like, "Hold up."
Next to the PlayStation controlla
There's a full clip in my pistola
Send the jacka into a coma
Girl, ya know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone--ain't trying to have no babies
Ride clean as hell, I pull in ladies
Law's on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned all the way up and to the maximum
I can speak for some niggas try to jack for some
But we packing something that we have for 'em
We'll have a nigga locked up in the maximum
Security cell
I'm grippin' oak
Music loud and I'm tippin' slow
T steady twistin' like, "hit this slow"
Police pull up right behind and we sittin' low
Windows down gotta stop pollution
City change
Niggas like," Who's that producin'?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston
But I still ain't losin'

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Those men try to see if they can see me lean as I drive
But I have tinted windows, so it is not easy to see me
For me--see me ride by
They can see my car (and my grill) shining
And the shine on the deck and TV screen
I'm riding with a new girl, she says, "Wait."
Because she's playing a PlayStation video game and doesn't want to be disturbed
My pistol is fully loaded
If someone tries to steal my car, I'll shoot him and put him into a coma
Girl, you know I'm crazy like rapper Krazie Bone
I'm only interested in sex and am not trying to have any babies
I drive without carrying anything illegal and women are attracted to me
The police are on patrol and you know they hate me
My music is set to play as loudly as possible
I can speak for some men who are trying to steal things
But we have some guns for them
We'll have a man locked up in the maximum
security cell in prison
I'm holding the steering wheel tightly
My music is loud and I'm driving slowly
T's steady twistin' like, "hit this slow"*
The police pull up right behind and we are sitting low in the seats
The windows are down--we have to stop pollution
The city changes
People ask, "Who produced that wonderful music?"
It was produced by Play N Skillz and we listen to it when we are out driving around for fun
There are warrants for my arrest in every city except Houston
But I am still not losing

CHORUS

(Krayzie Bone)
I been drinkin' 'n' smokin', hold this shit
'Cuz I really can't focus
I got to get it home befo' the po-po scope this
Big ol' excursion, swervin', all up on the curb and
Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessy and that gin again
Sin again, we in the wind,
Doin' a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And roll another one up
We livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck
I got blunt up in my right hand, 40 oz. in my left
Freezin' my balls
Roll another tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawgs
Yo, I got to hit the back streets
Wonderin' bout that six pounds and I got heat
Glock-glock shots to the block
we creep-creep, pop-pop
Hope cops don't see me, on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all."
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of ya'll
Keep a gun in car
And a blunt to spark
Roll up if you want
Nigga get it poppin' dawg
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krazie Bone and Chamillionaire

CHORUS


I have been drinking and smoking, please hold this for me
Because I really can't focus
I have got to get home before the police see me
This is a big excursion, the car is swerving up onto the curb and
I've been sipping on Hennessy cognac and gin again
I sin again, we are driving fast
Driving at a hundred miles (161 kilometers) per hour while I smoke a marijuana cigar
And roll another one up
We are living like we don't care at all
I have got a marijuana cigar in my right hand, and a 40 oz (1.18 liter) bottle of malt liquor beer in my left
The beer is so cold it is freezing my testicles as it sits in my lap
Roll more marijuana, green leaves and all
There are a lot of us coming, my friends and I
Pay attention, I have got to go to the back streets
Wondering about that six pounds of marijuana and I have got a gun
There are shots from a Glock gun on the block
We move secretively and shoot
I hope the police don't see me, I'm trying not to be noticed
With no regard for the law, we escape them, as if saying, "We don't care about you, losers."
But I won't get caught and brought to court on criminal charges for any of you
Keep a gun in the car
And a marijuana cigar to smoke
Roll up if you want
Man, let's get something happening, friend
Ready or not, we shoot in the air
Krazie Bone and Chamillionaire

CHORUS

(Chamillionaire)
Yo, what ya think? If so
I try to let you go
Turn on my blinker light
And then I swang it slow
And they upset fo' sho'
'Cuz they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro
So they get behind me to tryna check my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, and keep tryin'
Bitch steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'
Houston, Texas, you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
'Cuz the crooked cops try to come up fast
And bein' the balla that I am
I talk to them
Givin' a damn about them
Not feelin' my attitudes
And when they realize
That I ain't even ridin' dirty
Betcha'll be leavin' with an even madder mood
And I'mma laugh at you
And then I have to cruise
I'm on number 2 on some old DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This is a message to the law
Tell 'em, "We hate you"
I can't be touched
And tell them they shoulda known
Tippin' down, I'm sitting crooked on my chrome
Bookin' at my phone finding a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me--I'm about to pull up at ya home
And it's on

CHORUS


Pay attention, what do you think? If so
I will try to let you go
I'll turn on my blinker light
And then I'll swerve the car slowly from side to side
And that kind of driving will certainly upset them
Because they think they know
That they will be catching me with plenty of a cocktail made with illegally obtained prescription cough syrup and hydroponically grown marijuana
So they get behind me to try to see my license plate number
I look in my rear view mirror and and they are smiling
Thinking they will catch me doing something wrong, and they keep trying
That worthless officer continues to deny that he stops me because I am black
Houston, Texas, you can check my license plate
And make me pull over to the side of the road, so that you can try to check my fancy, customized car
From the glove compartment I've got to get my cash
Because the the dishonest police try to come up fast and ask for a bribe
And being the big man that I am
I talk to them
Although I don't care about them at all
They don't understand my attitude
And when they realize
That I am not even carrying anything illegal
I predict they'll be leaving in an even angrier mood
And I'm going to laugh at them
And then I have to drive away
I'm listening to the second song on an old DJ Screw CD
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This is a message to the law
Tell them, "We hate you"
I can't be touched
And tell them they should have known
Lowering my car on one side using built-in hydraulics, I'm sitting crooked on my wheels
I'm calling to find a girl I want to have sex with
As if they could stop me--I'm about to arrive in front of your house
And it's starting

CHORUS

Mystery Lyrics: T's steady twistin' like, "hit this slow" Say what? Sorry, but those Southern boys talk too fast! The most popular online interpretation of this line is "Twins steady twistin' like hit this dough," but it sure doesn't sound like that! We asked readers what they thought and got these responses:

The lyrics are "Twin's steady twistin" as in "Twin is steady twistin." It is not "T's" or "Twins." He is referring to fellow Color Changin Click member 50/50 Twin. - Vincent

I was just writing to let ya'll know that in fact he does say "twins", not "T's".  And he's talking about Play-n-Skillz, the producers of the song(he mentions them by name later on the song).  He says "Twins" because play-skillz are actually twins. I know Oscar (skillz) and I called him to see if he knew and he said that twins is what he said.  They are commonly known as "the twins" among the texas rappers(lil flip, paul wall, bun b) who use their services for music productions. - Big Lou

The T's steady twistin' like, "hit this slow" is referering to smoking weed. -Violet

Chrome chrome can also refer to Steel Reserve 211 Malt Liquor, which comes in a 40 oz. bottle.

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