Underground Kingz ft. Scarface - Still Ridin' Dirty Lyrics

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-IE, 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
Nigga I'm not no pimp i
Pimped fifteen years ago
Nigga, I got DEGREES in
Playaand pimpin on niggas
Hoes, err'y nigga get in my face
I'll play on 'em you up, nigga?"

Look me in my eyes nigga
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)
Niggas 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 niggas 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 PA 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
Nigga 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, nigga! Hol' up
Nigga 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 sweatsuit's 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!"