"Ridin' Dirty (West Coast Remix)" lyrics - THE GAME

THE GAME

"Ridin' Dirty (West Coast Remix)"

[Intro: Chamillionaire]
"The Sound of Revenge" (Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chea)
Chamilitary mayne, and we certified platinum now baby
So I think it's time to give a toast to the connection
Between the South and the West Coast
And prepair for the remix with the L.A. and the Bay Area

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Police in L.A. to the Bay
Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
The West Coast remix, let's get paid
'Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty, tryna catch me ridin dirty

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
It's the youngin from Houston, Texas
That you know always be spittin flames
Hustlers in the streets mess with me
'Cause they know I ain't with the gimmicks mayne
Private jet when I hit the West
You know I had to mess with DJ Quik and Game
I must confess that I am the best
If you don't like it, then quit the game
Can't stop it, stop it like it's a train
Pulled over my tour bus
Said to my road manager
"Don't talk to me like you're tough"
Told my DJ and my brother
"Wanna see your pants pulled up"
They didn't see me, I was at MTV
Hostin' "Sucker Free", hah, fooled ya
Yadadim sayin', yadadamean
Shine all my jewels so my diamonds'll bling
I got a license to ride with the things
So hatin' police can just turn off your beams
Yadadi'm sayin', yadadamean
Bird watch but ain't finding a thing
The only bird is inside of my bling
Canary diamonds inside of my ring

[Verse 2: DJ Quik]
Here's a little fact, ain't this funny?
They kill niggas all day for free, why wouldn't they kill for money?
They pick me up for questioning about B.I.G
Detective probably know more about it than me
Try to gaffle a nigga up all abrupt
The crooked dudes put the "C" in corrupt
He wanna see in my trunk, dragged me out the car
And threw me face down on the ground and put his knee in my butt
I'm sayin', "I don't pack guns, I don't sell dope
Just because I whip a Lexus, why I gotta go to court
To prove it's mine? Your light in my rearview's blinding
And what if I wreck? It's your job to serve and protect
I think you're doin' too much, in some places y'all ain't doin' enough
And I ain't gotta be cuffed and roughed up
While ya man's goin' pillaging through my stuff
What the hell's wrong with y'all?
Ain't forty thousand dollars a year enough for you?
And just because I make a whole hell of a lot more than you
That don't give you reason to stalk me
You telling me to park my car and walk?"
I guess LAPD means Law Abiding Prevents Death
I hope Ms. Wallace go get her checks
I got lawyers with 100% wins
I sued y'all once before and I will do it again

[Verse 3: The Game]
Chamillionaire made my grill
Hundred flores, made my wheels
Lamborghini with the doors up
On 24s, I'm paid for real
LAPD wanna lock me up
Impound my Lambo, watch me scramble
Eagle on my lap throw bullets like Randell
Bitch in the passenger side grab the handle
Smoke the tires, throw it into first
Hit the chronic, throw it in the dirt
Ghetto bird over my shoulders, I'm just rolling
Lemme see if that spotlight work
I'm switching lanes, cutting up a swisher mayne
I ain't tripping mayne, I'm just dipping mayne
Tryna get some brains
Sitting back in the Lambo watching the Pistons game
Stop at a light, fans yelling, "It's The Game!"
They love me and Quik the same
'Cause we West Coast veterans, nobody better than
D.O.C said and, I can't let it in
Not here, not now
Throw it into fifth and let the top down
Way too quick, I can't be locked down
Foot up on the gas, where the cops now?
Pull over, park the whip
Call Chamillionaire and talk some shit
Almost forgot this bitch head on my lap
Pulled her ponytail, "Get off my dick
Matter fact, grab your shit, fix your weave
Get your Louie bag and get out my whip
One more thing, you forgot your wire bitch!"