Still Ridin' Dirty

Look me in my eyes playa, tell me what you see

If you man enough to face it, a muthafuckin G

If you man enough to say it, the muthafuckin one

One that none wanna play wit, muthafuckin Bun

Many have come and most would go, yet

He remains as most would know (most would know)

Came in with less than the ones befo' him

A Sweet full of 'dro, (and what?) a cup of Pro-M (huh!)

Muthafuckas would act like they ain't know him

His mentality was, "Fuck that, I'll show them"

Made men mad or not, rich men getting scared

Trill 'til I D-I-E, I didn't care

Ridin on fo' bald tires wit no spare

No nuts, no glory and I'm ready to go there

And I can't...

I can't explain the way I feel

When I'm behind the wheel... (Still ridin' dirty)

Ohh... oh... oh

I'm still ridin' dirty

"Peep this game here, **** I'm not no pimp. I pimped fifteen years ago

****, I got DEGREES! in playa..and pimpin on ****

Hoes, err'y **** get in my face, I'll play on 'em. You up, ****?"

Look me in my eyes ****, tell me how you feel

When you see the Pimp, be shinin and grippin on the wheel

When you see the boy, be grindin, ain't nothin here for free

It's the one ya love to hate, they call him Young Pimp C (Pimp C)

**** done tried, I'll bust they side

You can run up on my ride, I'mma look at your mind (look at your mind)

On the concrete, cauliflower on the street

Make ya jelly jump, ain't no need for this shit punk

Muthafuckas be playin like they can't get killed

Fuck what ya represent and fuck how you feel

Ho **** eat a dick, blow you can get a brick

Twelve-five goin' live, Lamborghini wit the stick

Ridin up ten wit ten books and a half-breed

Tryna get to P.A. and the laws just passed me

And I can't...

I can't explain the way I feel

When I'm behind the wheel... (Still ridin' dirty)

Ohh... oh... oh...

I'm still ridin' dirty

"You in the WAY man on some real PLAYAS!. Stompin' on them lil' Navigators and carryin on man. Gettin trucks under the year and puttin' spinners on it

YA FAKIN!!! CHURCH!"

I live off truth, you live off lies

So when yo shit falls short, don't even be surprised at all

You go off opinions and I got facts

So when yo shit don't add up, don't fix yo face to ask at all

You do what you can, I do what I feel (do what I feel)

And that there in ITSELF! the definition of trill

You live by the gun, you die by the slugs mayne

You live off of fiends, you'll die behind drugs mayne

Them mean mugs hides tears and pain

And I can't feel your frustrations, so please refrain

You ain't got nothin to gain, from playin around

And I ain't got nothin to lose, in layin you down

I made a promise to make it home for the kids and the wife

(What that mean?) I didn't come to kill, but I will leave with yo' life

And I can't...

I can't explain the way I feel

When I'm behind the wheel... (Still ridin' dirty)

Ohh... oh... oh

I'm still ridin' dirty

All I see is muthafuckin' laws galore, hit the pen and then I swore

Never be a stupid ass, I'll never hit the pen no mo'

Them hoes gave me eight and, **** had ta pull half

It almost killed my mama when the feds bought the drama

The IRS say I owe 'em nine mill-ion

Took all the paper from my wife and my children

Hold my mama shit, my grandmamma and daddy too

Now tell me what the FUCK! was I supposed to do?

No money on my books but I got my game

Had a young guard bitch to smuggle me in some cocaine

In her pussy, I'm jackin off smellin plastic

Slangin powder in the pen, shit drastic

It's money in this bitch, I send it all home

Locker full of food, big hygiene and a cell phone, BITCH!

Knalmtalkinbout? And I made it home muthafucka..

All you funky-ass bitches out there..

Picture me rollin like 'Pac, BITCH

Knalmtalkinbout? (Knalmtalkinbout?) Ridin' DIRTY (Ridin dirty)

Original Ridin' Dirty, ****!

Hol' up..

**** you know who made up this shit!

"You fake these girls out, you take 'em around these hotels, understand me?

Push that lil' bitty funky weed on 'em, ya dig what I mean?

Scare 'em to death, and a REAL! playa that got penthouses and homes and..

And and-and-and big D, DTS!, Northstars and Benzes and stuff

Ya understand me? You have the game so mixed up

The broad don't even wanna do what she S'POSED to do, get some MONEY!

You need to step off, take ya tennis shoes somewhere

And your sweatsuits and ya Kobe Bryant outfit, and go JOIN the Lakers, square!

Pussy free, prol'ly leave it out knowin that's the CHURCH

(Teddy want some tittes) Three, fo' titties and you HEARD dat!"