[Intro: Chamillionaire]
I'm lookin' in my rearview
And I can see a clearer view of you
This is the remix, I see you waitin', I know you hatin'...
[Chorus: Akon]
I see them watchin', they waitin'
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cause today I'm ridin' dirty
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight
I see them watchin', and waitin'
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
(Ch-chea! Chamillitary mayne, uh, yeah)
I got 20 grand in my pocket and
I'm ridin' around with my pockets crammed
You the one that got the contraband
And you smokin' that like you in Amsterdam
Before I know it, I see them sirens
I'm pullin' over - aye, we just ridin'!
Don't talk back, won't be no violence
Just shut up, and sit in your seat in silence
Now the police is searchin' who?
They searchin' me and then they searchin' you
They smell the breeze and you smell like trees
Cause you hit the blunt and hit the purple, too
Now the lie is irreversible
Because you just told 'em we were ridin' clean
They question you, but they ain't question me yet
I'm thinkin' the police ain't find a thing
Standin' on the side of the freeway
Wishing they would just hurry up
And I can see, you walkin' up to me
Like he about to put me up in them cuffs
I turned around and I look at you
And you look away like you feelin' sick
I'm goin to jail for what I didn't commit
I must admit, that I hate a snitch
I'm lookin' in my rearview
And I can see a clearer view of you
This is the remix, I see you waitin', I know you hatin'...
[Chorus: Akon]
I see them watchin', they waitin'
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cause today I'm ridin' dirty
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight
I see them watchin', and waitin'
For an opportunity to ride up on me
Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cause today I'm ridin dirty
And if they stop me, I might be goin to jail tonight
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
(Ch-chea! Chamillitary mayne, uh, yeah)
I got 20 grand in my pocket and
I'm ridin' around with my pockets crammed
You the one that got the contraband
And you smokin' that like you in Amsterdam
Before I know it, I see them sirens
I'm pullin' over - aye, we just ridin'!
Don't talk back, won't be no violence
Just shut up, and sit in your seat in silence
Now the police is searchin' who?
They searchin' me and then they searchin' you
They smell the breeze and you smell like trees
Cause you hit the blunt and hit the purple, too
Now the lie is irreversible
Because you just told 'em we were ridin' clean
They question you, but they ain't question me yet
I'm thinkin' the police ain't find a thing
Standin' on the side of the freeway
Wishing they would just hurry up
And I can see, you walkin' up to me
Like he about to put me up in them cuffs
I turned around and I look at you
And you look away like you feelin' sick
I'm goin to jail for what I didn't commit
I must admit, that I hate a snitch
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