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We Ride lyrics

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     We Ride
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        [R.]
    Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
    When I ain't hot shit
    But now that I got shit
    Niggas wanna keep up shit
    But it's all good, watch me do this shit
    [Cam'Rom]
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown
    R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down
    Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
    Shop lifters with Benini schemes
    Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
    Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists
    But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
    But yo, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here
    It ain't shit but a thug affair
    I'm at the bar spendin' thug money
    Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny
    So lets slide you got the right thong
    Dju don't know, I'm all night long
    The DJ playing all the right songs
    To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
    It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'
    Baby girl, can you dig now
    Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
    To all my players and my thugs
    To all my honeys in the club
    To all the hoods that show me love
    We ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night
    Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    [Noreaga]
    Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties
    When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's
    Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies
    Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me
    R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul
    Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
    But now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugs
    Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the club
    We got some chickens in the living room getting it on
    And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning
    Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and
    Tear the club up every time we performin'
    Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
    Because this shorty right here, lookin' good in my face
    Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week
    Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep
    To all my players and my thugs
    To all my honeys in the club
    To all the hoods that show me love
    We ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night
    Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    [Vegas Cats]
    Only ballers be allowed up in here
    Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters
    Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure
    How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger
    Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
    Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black
    And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it
    It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it
    Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas
    Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous
    Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS
    Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less
    While you sleep, sleep, sleep
    I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep
    Got your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?"
    So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh
    [Jay-Z]
    Check, Ghetto pro' federal
    Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go
    Bet a load I tear down every show
    Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row
    Says R., Jay y'all, all I need is four bars
    I'm hotter than a lotta men
    Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broad
    I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
    Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find
    Now pop that cork, then pour the wine
    Represent New York to Chitown, like what
    Floss mine, like of course my, what
    Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no
    I'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz
    Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is
    Better school that kid on who's shoes that is
    Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga
    To all my players and my thugs
    To all my honeys in the club
    To all the hoods that show me love
    We ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night
    Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
    (From Chitown to LA)
    [R.]
    Let's get together and make this loot
    (Trackmasters, Rockland)
    Make this loot
    (Untertainment)
    Come on players
    (Thugged out)
    Come on players
    (And we out like that)
    Rock-a-fella ya'll
     
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