Tytuł: We ride
- Wykonawca: R.Kelly
- Wy¶wietleń: 251
Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got 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
Ju don know, I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
... muy bien
It's R. Kelly killer camp
Girl can you dig now
Next time we see him yo we laying Mr. Big style
Chorus:
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
To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
Noreaga
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
Chorus
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 fellers
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
Jay-Z
Ghetto pro' federal Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go
Bet a load I tear down every show better know cheddar prone
Like the crome big Rolls say it y'all Jay y'all all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like Rodman's hair color
And hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork and pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown, like what floss mine like of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Here it is that rule that biz got 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
Chorus
Let's get together and make this loot
All I wanna do is make loot
Come on players come on players
