ridin' (houston remix)

the sound of revenge!

bun b

pimp c

and chamillionaire

the dirty south already know what it is

we out here tryna get it and the police tryna catch you ridin wit it

this the remix

baby

this is the remix

so bang it

if you know the police tryna catch you ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

we got the whole south

just sangin

but don't let them po-po's find you dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

i'm the big-ass

ballin-ass gangsta with his mind up on his cake

when i put my pistol or murder game down

it's no mistake

i'm a pro

your fake-ass best ta settle down

cause when hot things rip through your vest to your chest

cauterizing your flesh

you gon' wish you had put that metal down

i get credit 'round here for the past work that i did

what i'm finna do up in this game

what the future hold for the kid

place your bid: big body slab

foreign cars

indo weed up inside the jars

styrofoam cups with pro-meth poured inside so niggaz know how we are

we ghetto stars

super trill

send my lady

to the 'plex

so when start handin out ass-whoopin's

homeboy you just don't wanna be next

i flip the corna

flip the cut

hit back alleys and the parks

so they can recognize my genius from l.a. all the way to new york

so nigga don't start!

h-town to pa

they hatin

the police be tryna catch us ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

tryna catch me ridin dirty

for the hustlers who rollin that dough

caddy el dog and blow the big dro

you ain't gotta play tic-tac-toe for the boys to show you them xs' and them os'

got the minute i hit go"