[Chamillionaire]   We certified platinum now baby   So I think it's time we give a toast to the Connection between the South   and the West Coast   And prepair for the remix with the L.A. and the bay Area      Police in L.A. to the bay   Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)   The West coast remix, lets get paid   Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and Early   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)      [Chamillionaire]   Its the youngin from Houston Texas   That you know always be spittin flames   Hustlers in the streets mess with me   Cause they know I ain't to pull gimmicks man   Private jet when I hit the west   You know I had to mess with DJ Quik and Game   I must impress that I am the best   If you dont like it then quit the game   Can't stop it stop it like its a train   Pulled over my tour bus   Said to my road manager   Dont talk to me like your tough   Told my DJ and my brother   I wanna see your Pants pulled up   They didnt see me, I was at MTV   On some sucker free heh fooled ya   Knaw what I'm saying, knaw what I mean   Shine on my jewels and diamonds that bling   I got a license to ride with the things   So hatin police can just turn off your beams   Knaw what I'm saying, knaw what I mean   Bird watch but ain't finding a thing   The only bird is inside of my bling   Canary diamonds inside of my ring      Police in L.A. to the bay   Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)   The West coast remix, lets get paid   Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and Early   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)      [DJ Quik]   Here's a little fact, ain't this funny   They kill niggaz all day for free   Why wouldnt they Kill for money?   They pick me up for questioning about B.I.G   Detective probably know more about it than me   Try to gaffle a nigga up all abrupt   The crooked dudes what they see they corrupt   They wanna see in my trunk   Dragged me out the car   And threw me face down on the ground   And put his Knee in my butt   I'm saying I dont pack guns, I dont sell dope   Just because I whip a lexus   Why I gotta go to court to prove its mine   Your light in my rear-views blinding   What if I wreck, Its your job to serve and protect   I think your doing too much   In some places y'all ain't doing enough   And I ain't gotta be cuffed and roughed up   While ya mans going pillaging through my stuff   What the hells wrong with y'all?   Aint forty thousand dollars a year enough for you   And just because I make a whole hella lot more than you   That dont give you reason to stalk me   You telling me to park my car and walk   I guess L.A.P.D. means Law abide and prevent step   I hope Ms. Wallace go get her checks   I got lawyers with 100 percent wins   I sued y'all once before and I will do it again      Police in L.A. to the bay   be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)   The West coast remix, lets get paid   cuz you know that you hustlers be up bright and early   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)      [The Game]   Chamillionaire made my grill hundred flores   Made my wheels Lamborgini whip   The doors up on 24ls I'm paid for real   L.A.P.D wanna lock me up   Impound my lambo, watch me scramble   Eagle on my lap throw bullets like Randell   Bitch in the passinger side grab the handle   Smoke the tires, throw it into first   Get the chronic throw it in the dirt   Ghetto bird over my shoulders I'm just rolling Lemme see if theres a   problem like work   I'm switching lanes, cutting up a swisher mang   I ain't tripping mang, I'm just dipping mang   Trying to get some brains   Sittin back in the lambo watching the Pistons game   Stop at a light, told y'all'd miss The Game   You love me and Quik the same   Cause we West Coast veterans   Nobody better than, D.O.C set an 'em   I can't let it in, not here, not now   Throw it into fifth and let the top down   Way to quick I can't be locked down   Foot up on the gas where the cops now   Pull over park the whip   Call chamillionaire and talk some shit   Almost forgot this bitch head on my lap   Pull the ponytail get off my dick   Matter fact grab your shit, fix your weave   Get your louie bag and get out my whip   One more thing, you forgot your wire bitch      Police in L.A. to the bay   Be hoping that they gon catch me ridin dirty   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)   The West coast remix, lets get paid   Cause you know that you hustlers be up bright and early   Tryna catch me ridin dirty (*4X*)