Ridin' / Southern Takeover Album

Artist(s): Chamillionaire

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Chamillionaire Ridin' / Southern Takeover Cover Art

Tracklist

Ridin' (radio edit)

length: 4:07
writer: Anthony Henderson, Skillz, Play, Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the PlayStation controller
Is a full clip in my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to bone ain't tryin' to have no babies
Rock clean itself, so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrollin' you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas try to jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that we have & um
Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum

Security cell, I'm grippin' oak
Music loud & tippin' slow
Twist and twistin' like hit this dough
Pull up from behind & is in his throat

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
CD's change, niggas like, "Who is that producin'?"
This 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 tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud ,I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

I been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' shit
'Cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope
This big ol' Excursion swervin' all up in the curve, man

Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
And the gin again is in again, we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck

I got a revolver in my right hand
40 oz. on my lap freezin' my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawg

I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock Glock, shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key

With no regards 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, but well if you want, nigga you poppin' dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air, Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and then I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure 'cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drinkin' drough

So they get behind me tryin' to check my tags
Look at my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin'
'Cause they denyin' is racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast

And been a baller that I am I talk to them
Givin' a damn 'about not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

I'm a laugh at you and then I'm a have to cruise
I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin' them "We hate you!"

I can't be toss or tell 'em that they should've known
Tippin' down I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up at your home, it's on

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Ridin' (dirty)

length: 4:08
writer: Anthony Henderson, Skillz, Play, Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Think they can see me lean
I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen

Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next to the PlayStation controller
Is a full clip in my pistola
Turn a jacker into a coma

Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' to bone ain't tryin' to have no babies
Rock clean itself, so I pull in ladies
Laws of patrollin' you know they hate me

Music turned all the way up until the maximum
I can speak for some niggas try to jack for some
But we packin' somethin' that we have & um
Will have a nigga locked up in the maximum

Security cell, I'm grippin' oak
Music loud & tippin' slow
Twist and twistin' like hit this dough
Pull up from behind & is in his throat

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
CD's change, niggas like, "Who is that producin'?"
This 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 tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud ,I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

I been drinkin' and smokin' holdin' shit
Cause a brother can't focus
I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope
This big ol' Excursion swervin' all up in the curve, man

Nigga been sippin' on that Hennessey
And the gin again is in again, we in the wind
Doin' a hundred while I come from the block
And rollin' another one up, we livin' like we ain't givin' a fuck

I got a revolver in my right hand
40 oz. on my lap freezin' my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dawg

I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock Glock, shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key

With no regards 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, but well if you want, nigga you poppin' dark
Ready or not we bust shots off in the air, Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Do what you thinkin' so, I tried to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and then I swang it slower
A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drinkin' drough

So they get behind me tryin' to check my tags
Look at my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin'
Cause they denyin' is racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over try to check my slab
Glove compartment gotta get my cash
Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast

And been a baller that I am I talk to them
Givin' a damn 'about not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin' dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

I'm a laugh at you and then I'm a have to cruise
I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw
You can't arrest me plus you can't sue
This a message to the laws tellin' them "We hate you!"

I can't be toss or tell 'em that they should've known
Tippin' down I'm sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me I'm about to pull up at your home, it's on

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

They see me rollin', they hatin'
Patrollin' and tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

My music's so loud, I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gon' catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty

Ridin' (instrumental)

length: 4:58
writer: Anthony Henderson, Skillz, Play, Chamillionaire

Southern Takeover (album version)

length: 5:17

[Intro]
[Chamillionaire]
The sound of revenge, haha
Woo, tell em what it is mayne
Tell 'em what it is

[Pastor Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta, Georgia

[Chamillionaire]
Houston, Texas, he already know

[Pastor Troy]
The south is takin over

[Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
SShowed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Mr. Mike]
It's the Mr. Falcon Toter, cook cook coke with baking soda
Blun roller, dro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper
Light your nigga if he figure fuckin' wit my click will make him
Richer, he should know instead of it will make him deader
Deader money, fucking with my money, get yo money
Stacked right out of Sunday School
On a bright and sunny sunday, this ain't fun
I ain't joking bout my coke and package from a shaolin
Might kidnap your wife and daughter, bury them down deep in Georgia
No D.A. or fucking lawyers prosecuting witnesses
We executing, start to shooting, starting to do this fucking violence
Start a riot, get this muthafucker crunk or as crunk you can get it
That that dro, I'm a hit it, out of line, nigga I spit it
Spit it, live it, cause I live it, you don't walk it, you just talkin
Pistol totin and they knowing that's my snow and got his dope and
I ain't holdin, steady slangin, right on your black-a-block
Hit your trap, set up shop, try and stop, blot blot block

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
Showed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Chamillionaire]
This ain't about a image, this ain't about a gimmick
Cause you stand to the side and the game gotta diminish
I'm damn sure that this city don't think that he the realest
He whooping on his ass before he finishing his sentence
I've only got a minute to tell you about a digit
You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish
So you need to mind your business if you worried bout your business
Uh, I'm a H-Town Soldier, I'm a come
With the trunk up, and don't remind cha
If you say your getting it, shoulda told you bout a
Nigga named Chamillionaire that's fo sho a problem
You don't want no problem
Problem
Got amnesia gonna let the fo-fo remind 'em
Yeah you tip on and ride em, We ride 4-4s when the dough beside 'em
6'6 taller looking like he a sinner, 10 tattoos looking like he a killer
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga, Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga
It's kinfolk, put a knife in a nigga from his car to his pocket then right in his liver
It was a big boy to put a slice in the middle, ? Mr. Mike with the killer
Don't mess with the south, homie that's a dream, hallucinating or imagining
We so XXL with the gats I mean, something ready to blow in the magazine
You know that them southern cash is mean, front dents smile for me when I stash my cream
Pull up with the candy paint that'll match my green, Killer, Pastor, they just ain't imagining

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
Showed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me as PT, well uh huh and all of that
Black on black with black tip, I can't help but represent
I content I wanna know who the fuck you take me for
Studio rappers without your boy's tape, drop my top and bust my ak
No more play in G-A, yeah that's a classic
Riding in the classic, totin' me a plastic
Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga cause I'm muthafuckin' bored
Chamillionaire, I kinda fond of my surroundings
Get my Desert Eagle and get to muthafuckin' pounding
Up and down the street, throwin' heat out the driver seat
Riding to the beat, tell them niggas adjust they feet

[Chorus x2]

Southern Takeover (dirty)

length: 4:45

[Intro]
[Chamillionaire]
The sound of revenge, haha
Woo, tell em what it is mayne
Tell 'em what it is

[Pastor Troy]
Welcome to the New World Order
Atlanta, Georgia

[Chamillionaire]
Houston, Texas, he already know

[Pastor Troy]
The south is takin over

[Chorus x2 - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
SShowed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You better tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Mr. Mike]
It's the Mr. Falcon Toter, cook cook coke with baking soda
Blun roller, dro smoker, wood gripper, pistol whipper
Light your nigga if he figure fuckin' wit my click will make him
Richer, he should know instead of it will make him deader
Deader money, fucking with my money, get yo money
Stacked right out of Sunday School
On a bright and sunny sunday, this ain't fun
I ain't joking bout my coke and package from a shaolin
Might kidnap your wife and daughter, bury them down deep in Georgia
No D.A. or fucking lawyers prosecuting witnesses
We executing, start to shooting, starting to do this fucking violence
Start a riot, get this muthafucker crunk or as crunk you can get it
That that dro, I'm a hit it, out of line, nigga I spit it
Spit it, live it, cause I live it, you don't walk it, you just talkin
Pistol totin and they knowing that's my snow and got his dope and
I ain't holdin, steady slangin, right on your black-a-block
Hit your trap, set up shop, try and stop, blot blot block

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
Showed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Chamillionaire]
This ain't about a image, this ain't about a gimmick
Cause you stand to the side and the game gotta diminish
I'm damn sure that this city don't think that he the realest
He whooping on his ass before he finishing his sentence
I've only got a minute to tell you about a digit
You looking at a nigga like I ain't about to get it
I'm looking at the money like I ain't about to finish
So you need to mind your business if you worried bout your business
Uh, I'm a H-Town Soldier, I'm a come
With the trunk up, and don't remind cha
If you say your getting it, shoulda told you bout a
Nigga named Chamillionaire that's fo sho a problem
You don't want no problem
Problem
Got amnesia gonna let the fo-fo remind 'em
Yeah you tip on and ride em, We ride 4-4s when the dough beside 'em
6'6 taller looking like he a sinner, 10 tattoos looking like he a killer
Skinny ass niggas don't fight with a nigga, Pull out a billfold, put a price on a nigga
It's kinfolk, put a knife in a nigga from his car to his pocket then right in his liver
It was a big boy to put a slice in the middle, ? Mr. Mike with the killer
Don't mess with the south, homie that's a dream, hallucinating or imagining
We so XXL with the gats I mean, something ready to blow in the magazine
You know that them southern cash is mean, front dents smile for me when I stash my cream
Pull up with the candy paint that'll match my green, Killer, Pastor, they just ain't imagining

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Just look over your shoulder
Shoulder
Let me see who just showed up
Showed up
It's the southern takeover
It's over
You betta tell em I got drinks that stand on top try and stop
Pop pop pop

[Pastor Troy]
Y'all know me as PT, well uh huh and all of that
Black on black with black tip, I can't help but represent
I content I wanna know who the fuck you take me for
Studio rappers without your boy's tape, drop my top and bust my ak
No more play in G-A, yeah that's a classic
Riding in the classic, totin' me a plastic
Send 'em to the casket, send 'em to the morgue
Slap me a nigga cause I'm muthafuckin' bored
Chamillionaire, I kinda fond of my surroundings
Get my Desert Eagle and get to muthafuckin' pounding
Up and down the street, throwin' heat out the driver seat
Riding to the beat, tell them niggas adjust they feet

[Chorus x2]

Southern Takeover (instrumental)

length: 4:30