Riding Dirty lyrics

Artist  : Paul Wall 
Song : Riding Dirty



 Send "Riding Dirty" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (feat. Trey Songz)



Yuh, knahmtalkinbout

We over here in the Gridiron, three in the
mo'nin

This song here is dedicated to all them boys that
put it down befo' us

The foundation, knahmtalkinbout?



[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Pimpin hoes, slammin Cadillac do's (already)

Shawty understaind this is how we roll
(already)

Parkin lot pimpin on Vogues (already)

VA to H-Town yeah you already know

Choppin on blades so ama-zin (already)

Look at them boy's teeth, that's cra-zy
(already)

The lean and the weed got us la-zy (already)

Yellow boppers is boppin but you already know



[Paul Wall]

I'm comin straight out of the South, with my nuts
in my hand

It's the SwishaHouse, the third coast, the state
of Texas that's my land

Who's the man that's in demand, it's Paul Wall
baby yeah that's me

I put it down on that Gov Bang, but now I reside
on that South Lee

And I'm hustlin, on the grind, seventy-two, I was
straight

No time to eat or sleep, I'm stackin licks that
just won't wait

I'm campaignin for a Benz, on the rims with
bubble lens

So I'm stackin every dollar I see; hundreds,
fifties, twenties and tens

Do's open and do's close, never sweat hoes,
players get chose

Hustle and flow, cars close, that's the player
life that I know

Roll the dank up, where's the 'dro, po' the drank
up, where's the fo'

Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin
dirty pimpin



[Chorus]



[Paul Wall]

I'm ridin drop-top on them roller skates, candy
Charlie ranch'n paint

Enjoyin the spoils of hard work, in grind mode
tryin to get that bank

I don't know what these boys thank, my motivation
is Benjamin Franklin

I'm tryin to maintain this wealth that I been
calculatin

Gettin money that's all I know, on my toes never
off my note

Woodgrain and hundred spokes, I weigh the trunk
just like a pro

I grind it's off to work I go, I hustle hard it's
non-stop

And if I flop I switch the hustle, I learn the
game and then set-up shop

I'm strivin to make it to the top, it's all or
nuttin no turnin back

I'm with them boys out on the block, accumulatin
them paper stacks

I'm makin money it's where it's at, whatever it
takes, crackerjack

In love with my money and that's a fact and we
still ridin dirty pimpin



[Chorus]



[Paul Wall]

Right now we got the fifth wheel reclinin

Trunk is popped up, screens fallin from the
sky

I got the candy paint sprayed by Eddie

And I'm ridin on that glassy chrome, all courtesy
of my hustle game..

Be a hustler's in my bloodline, I don't complain
or whine

I just get on my grind, puttin in work
overtime

I learned overtime, many hustles of every
kind

Whatever it takes to make a dime, I keep that
paper on my mind

I was born blind, but now I see the road to
riches

It's a long road, full of hurdles potholes and
ditches

Benard Freeman taught me to keep it movin when
you take a loss

And Chad Butler taught me to keep it trill at all
cost

I peeped game from the best, and since then I
been playin chess

I put in work with no rest, to get that paper
that's my quest

I'm on a slow grind towards success, one of the
best cause I keep it fresh

I'm one hundred and nuttin less and I'm still
ridin dirty pimpin



[Chorus]



[Outro]

On behalf of the People's Champ, me myself Pretty
Todd and Calvin Earl

Funky Fingers I hear ya baby, we'd like to thank
ya for ya purchase

Keep holdin the South down, because, we are