Ridin' (NYC Remix)

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 The same thing folks

The N.Y.P.D be hatin' And hopin' that they goin to 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 cheque 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 for dough Infinity So they pull me over tell me show identity Continental drop roll like Kennedy 'Cept you can minus the asassination 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 tryin' take me down like I'm Busta Rhymes We're tryn'a bust da rhymes Thats why they bustin' down the doors In the club tellin' us to touch the ground (huh)

The N.Y.P.D be hatin' And hopin' that they goin to 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 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 keep 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 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 'em in the air!

The N.Y.P.D be hatin' And hopin' that they goin to 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

Papoose Papoose that's who pass you Bad news that dude parked dead on the strip (uh) Keep a hot hun' ridin shotgun When I'm makin my runs gettin' head in the whip (uh) Blow my gun 'til the cops come Keep it on c___ son put lead in the clip Came to a road block, man that's a b____ Had to 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' to snitch Hope the K-9 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)

Rims goin' and goin' I stay smokin' the corner I'm steady blowin' and blowin' that straight Buddha Sip Crys like Chris brown, Christopher Wallace, Chris Reeve Christon and Luda Keep the gat c___ed 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 here come the state troopers

The N.Y.P.D be hatin' And hopin' that they goin to 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

The N.Y.P.D be hatin' And hopin that they goin to 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 But tell um to try again