[Bun B]
Look me in my eyes playa, tell me what you see
If you man enough to face it, a muthaf**in G
If you man enough to say it, the muthaf**in one
One that none wanna play wit, muthaf**in Bun
Many have come and most would go, yet
He remains as most would know (most would know)
Came in with less than the ones befo' him
A Sweet full of 'dro, (and what?) a cup of Pro-M (huh!)
Muthaf**as would act like they ain't know him
His mentality was, "f** that, I'll show them"
Made men mad or not, rich men getting scared
Trill 'til I D-I-E, I didn't care
Ridin on fo' bald tires wit no spare
No nuts, no glory and I'm ready to go there
And I can't...
[Hook: Scarface]
I can't explain the way I feel
When I'm behind the wheel.. (Still ridin' dirty)
Ohh... oh... oh...
I'm still ridin dirty
"Peep this game here, n***a I'm not no pimp. I pimped fifteen years ago
n***a, I got DEGREES in playa..and pimpin on n***as
Hoes, err'y n***a get in my face, I'll play on 'em. You up, n***a?"
[Pimp C]
Look me in my eyes n***a, tell me how you feel
When you see the Pimp, be shinin and grippin on the wheel
When you see the boy, be grindin, ain't nothin here for free
It's the one ya love to hate, call him Young Pimp C (Pimp C)
n***as done tried, I'll bust they side
You can run up on my ride, I'mma look at your mind (look at your mind)
On the concrete, cauliflower on the street
Make ya jelly jump, ain't no need for this sh** punk
Muthaf**as be playin like they can't get k**ed
f** what ya represent and f** how you feel
Ho n***as eat a dick, blow you can get a brick
Twelve-five goin' live, Lamborghini wit the stick
Ridin up ten wit ten books and a half-breed
Tryna get to P.A. and the laws just pa**ed me
And I can't...
[Hook]
"You in the WAY man on some real PLAYAS. Stompin' on them lil' Navigators and carryin on man. Gettin trucks under the year and puttin' spinners on it
YA FAKIN!!! CHURCH!"
[Bun B]
I live off truth, you live off lies
So when yo sh** falls short, don't even be surprised at all
You go off opinions and I got facts
So when yo sh** don't add up, don't fix yo face to ask at all
You do what you can, I do what I feel (do what I feel)
And that there in ITSELF the definition of trill
You live by the gun, you die by the slugs mayne
You live off of fiends, you'll die behind d** mayne
Them mean mugs hides tears and pain
And I can't feel your frustrations, so please refrain
You ain't got nothin to gain, from playin around
And I ain't got nothin to lose, in layin you down
I made a promise to make it home for the kids and the wife
(What that mean?) I didn't come to k**
But I will leave with yo' life, and I can't...
[Hook]
[Pimp C]
All I see is muthaf**in' laws galore, hot the pen and then I swore
Never be a stupid a**, I'll never hit the pen no mo'
Them hoes gave me eight and, n***a had ta pull half
It almost k**ed my mama when the feds bought the drama
The IRS say I owe 'em nine mill-ion
Took all the paper from my wife and my children
Hold my mama sh**, my grandmamma and daddy too
Now tell me what the fu*k was I supposed to do?
No money on my books but I got my game
Had a young guard b**h to smuggle me in some c**aine
In her p**y, I'm jackin off smellin plastic
Slangin powder in the pen, sh** drastic
It's money in this b**h, I send it all home
Locker full of food, big hygiene and a cell phone, b*tch
Knalmtalkinbout? And I made it home muthaf**a..
[Pimp C - Outro]
All you funky-a** b**hes out there..
Picture me rollin like 'Pac, b*tch
Knalmtalkinbout? (Knalmtalkinbout?)Ridin' DIRTY (Ridin dirty)
Original Ridin' Dirty, n***a!
Hol' up..
n***a you know who made up this sh**!
"You fake these girls out, you take 'em around these hotels, understand me?
Push that lil' bitty funky weed on 'em, ya dig what I mean?
Scare 'em to d**h, and a REAL playa that got penthouses and homes and..
And and-and-and big D, DTS, Northstars and Benzes and stuff
Ya understand me? You have the game so mixed up
The broad don't even wanna do what she S'POSED to do, get some MONEY!
You need to step off, take ya tennis shoes somewhere
And your sweatsuits and ya Kobe Bryant outfit, and go JOIN the Lakers, square!
p**y free, prol'ly leave it out knowin that's the CHURCH
(Teddy want some tittes) Three, fo' titties and you HEARD dat!"