Chamilionaire & Krayzie Bone - Ridin(dirty edit) | Текст песни

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• Chamilionaire & Krayzie Bone
• Ridin(dirty edit)

I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a billy can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this
Biga all Excursion swerve all up in the curve man
Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind
Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt
And roll another one up, we living like we ain't givin a fuck
I got revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo
I gotta get to backstreets
Wanted by the six pounds
And I got hit glock glock shots to the block
We creep creep pop pop
Hope cops don't see me, on a low key
With no regards 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 y'all
Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark
Ready or not we burst shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire