know Roll the dank up where the dro? Pour the drank up where the fo's Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty (Chorus) Got a drop
one ridin' dirty Sup PA, uh, what, ridin' dirty Beamount, yeah, uh, man, ridin' dirty Uh, ridin' dirty, uh, ridin' dirty Uh, chillin' in New York, ridin' dirty
Roll the dank up where the dro? Pour the drank up where the fo's Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty [Chorus] Got a drop top
ridin dirty Yeah, that westside ridin dirty Uh, that, that, that eastside ridin dirty Uh, California ridin dirty, fools in Oakland ridin dirty My fool Spice ridin dirty
Fordítás: UGK. Ridin 'Dirty.
Fordítás: UGK. Még Ridin 'Dirty.
Roll the dank up where the dro? Pour the drank up where the fo's Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty [Chorus] Got a drop top on
: [Verse One: Pimp C] I'm still Pimp C bitch so what the fuck is up? I'm puttin' powder on the streets cuz I got Big fuckin' nut's comin' back from
hoe it ain't no thang Y'all just blinded by the diamonds the Pimp the pinky rang [Intro + Chorus: x2 with ad lib talking over] [Outro: UGK] Whassup
know cause he can't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face Now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what I mean Nigga I ride dirty everyday, but still I
: [Bun B:] Damn, already 3 in the mornin' It's going down, leanin', drink your drink Candy sweets, third coast nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop Man,
: [Chorus:] Hi Life We livin' that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm) We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm [Pimp C:] I'm tired livin' fucked up
: (feat. 3-2 and Ron Isley) 3-2 Mama put me out at only fourteen So I start sellin crack cocaine and codeine Time to stack some paper think I'm a do
we flippin' in the 'Bourbon to the city The attitude's shitty but I bought no plex Ain't talkin' 'bout the Malcolm but I'm ridin' on the X The highway
ridin dirty Yeah, that westside ridin dirty Uh, that, that, that eastside ridin dirty Uh, California ridin dirty, fools in Oakland ridin dirty My fool Spice ridin
goes down Niggaz talkin 'bout, how they passin these hoes 'round But y'all trickin, them hoes told me Fools y'all ain't Goldy, ridin in a goodie but
[Bun B:] Damn, already 3 in the mornin' It's going down, leanin', drink your drink Candy sweets, third coast nigga, UGK 'bout to wreck shop Man, I'
