[Mike:]
One time for my Machine Shop crew and then its
Two times S.O.B and LP too and then it's
Three times It's Mike and Six on the track and then
Four Times when we come in through the back they're sayin
[Chorus:]
Oh no close the door
Shut the lights and start to the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
[Mike:]
Armed and dangerous bitch
Ya'll cant really hang with us in this
Everyone's so afarid of us/ shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget aboit all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fucking floor
Like " please Mike dont hurt me anymore"
I dont gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
everybody knows why I'm here
I'd just as soon crazk a bottle
As crack you over the head with a bottle a bear
So just listen up there powder puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it you can hate
But dont mistake it everboy's saying
[Chorus]
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe thati dont exist
But you wont cause everytime you go to sip
I talk right over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You can scream all day 'til your face is blue
Im gettin in your head and you know it too
And thats just me you dont know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows you can call him Rambo
Never miss a shot never run out of ammo
Coming with heat like a goddamn commando
And in S.O.B
Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully, Cheapshot
Now you see
Fuck with me?, nah , Sixx
[Sixx John:]
Uh oh whatere you yell when you see that door colse
Imma bail through the back (fo sho)
Straight to the bar so i can act (a fool)
I figure you guys would get a little surprised
Youy eyes wide when its me and Mike Shinod
Im just plain old Sixx John from the Nam- District
This is not supposed
I still talk with awkaward speech
Im like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets
I aint trippin homie talk is cheap
Accapella or we can bark on a beat
And if that aint enough action i got
Seventeen pages in the little magazine i keep
[Mike:]
We got this place rockin' beat knockin non stopping
If ya'll are with it let me hear it now (yeah) yo
One time
for my Machine shop crew and then its
Two times
S.O.B and LP too and then its
Three times
Its Mike and Sixx on the track and
Four times
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
(Try and catch me. Yea)
[Chamillionaire]
Grindin to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Now ridin with a new chick, she like "Hold up"
Next to the Playstation controlla
It's a full clip and my pistolla, send a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me (Know ya hate me)
Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
But we packin somethin and what we have for um
We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
I'm grippin oak (Oak)
Music loud and I'm tippin slow (Slow)
Twins steady twistin like "Hit this dough"
D's behind and it's in re-throwed
Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston/ But I still ain't losin
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
[Krayzie Bone]
I've been drinkin and smokin, holy shit cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this
Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin on the Hennessey and the Gin again
its in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up, and leave it like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin my balls
Rollin up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five and I got heat
glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop pop hope cops dont see me on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
wonder if you want nigga it poppin dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go
Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow
and they upset for fa sho
Cause they think they know
that they catchin me with plenty of the drank and dro' (No)
So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags
Look in my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin (Keep tryin)
steady denyin that it's racial profilin
Houston, Texas you can check my tags (Tags)
Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab)
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast
Bein the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin a
damn about them not feelin my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
Bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood (Hahaha)
Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you"
I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin down, sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone, findin a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm bout to pull up at your home, and it's on
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
One time for my Machine Shop crew and then its
Two times S.O.B and LP too and then it's
Three times It's Mike and Six on the track and then
Four Times when we come in through the back they're sayin
[Chorus:]
Oh no close the door
Shut the lights and start to the show
Better let everybody know
Get on the mic and there they go
[Mike:]
Armed and dangerous bitch
Ya'll cant really hang with us in this
Everyone's so afarid of us/ shit
Makes me wanna hang it up and quit
Forget aboit all the things you heard before
'Bout time that we're kicking down your door
Everybody's gonna hit the fucking floor
Like " please Mike dont hurt me anymore"
I dont gotta have a secret lie or an alibi
everybody knows why I'm here
I'd just as soon crazk a bottle
As crack you over the head with a bottle a bear
So just listen up there powder puff
Better believe that I'm not playing
You can love it you can hate
But dont mistake it everboy's saying
[Chorus]
What you really wanna do is this
Just make believe thati dont exist
But you wont cause everytime you go to sip
I talk right over you just like this
It's annoying just for you
You can scream all day 'til your face is blue
Im gettin in your head and you know it too
And thats just me you dont know my crew
My man Sixx John understand though
The way that he flows you can call him Rambo
Never miss a shot never run out of ammo
Coming with heat like a goddamn commando
And in S.O.B
Ryu, Tak, Vin Skully, Cheapshot
Now you see
Fuck with me?, nah , Sixx
[Sixx John:]
Uh oh whatere you yell when you see that door colse
Imma bail through the back (fo sho)
Straight to the bar so i can act (a fool)
I figure you guys would get a little surprised
Youy eyes wide when its me and Mike Shinod
Im just plain old Sixx John from the Nam- District
This is not supposed
I still talk with awkaward speech
Im like a dog that's off his leash
Step out with a Fort Minor patch on a black tee
Niggas scared to walk these streets
I aint trippin homie talk is cheap
Accapella or we can bark on a beat
And if that aint enough action i got
Seventeen pages in the little magazine i keep
[Mike:]
We got this place rockin' beat knockin non stopping
If ya'll are with it let me hear it now (yeah) yo
One time
for my Machine shop crew and then its
Two times
S.O.B and LP too and then its
Three times
Its Mike and Sixx on the track and
Four times
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
(Try and catch me. Yea)
[Chamillionaire]
Grindin to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Now ridin with a new chick, she like "Hold up"
Next to the Playstation controlla
It's a full clip and my pistolla, send a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryna bone, ain't tryna have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies
Laws on patrol and you know they hate me (Know ya hate me)
Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryna jack for some
But we packin somethin and what we have for um
We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
I'm grippin oak (Oak)
Music loud and I'm tippin slow (Slow)
Twins steady twistin like "Hit this dough"
D's behind and it's in re-throwed
Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin
Got warrants in every city except Houston/ But I still ain't losin
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
[Krayzie Bone]
I've been drinkin and smokin, holy shit cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this
Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin on the Hennessey and the Gin again
its in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up, and leave it like we ain't givin a fuck
I got a blunt up in my right hand
40 0z. in my lap, freezin my balls
Rollin up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five and I got heat
glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop pop hope cops dont see me on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"
But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
wonder if you want nigga it poppin dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
You wouldn't think it so, I tryed ta let cha go
Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow
and they upset for fa sho
Cause they think they know
that they catchin me with plenty of the drank and dro' (No)
So they get behind me, tryna catch my tags
Look in my rearview and they smilin
Thinkin they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin (Keep tryin)
steady denyin that it's racial profilin
Houston, Texas you can check my tags (Tags)
Pull me over, try to check my slab (Slab)
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast
Bein the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin a
damn about them not feelin my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
Bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood (Hahaha)
Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em "We hate you"
I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin down, sittin crooked on my chrome
Bookin my phone, findin a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm bout to pull up at your home, and it's on
They see me rollin'
They hatin patrollin and tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
My music so loud I'm swangin
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)
