Scarface - Still Ridin' Dirty lyrics

[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!"