R. Kelly - We Ride Lyrics
[intro]Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I aint got shitBut now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shitBut its all good watch me do this shit[camron]Yo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to chitownR. kelly got some thugs to make you lock downVoice cry hot sounds tied down cop twistersShop lifters with benini schemesSmoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini greenSome cats I know like to splurge on they wristsBut my man karate man cut the nerves out his fistBut yo put your hands up yall its love in hereIt aint shit but a thug affairIm at the bar spendin thug moneyHustle much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunnySo lets slide you got the right thongJu don know Im all night longThe dj playing all the right songsTo the bm, rims are muy bienIts r. kelly killer campGirl can you dig nowNext time you see him yo he lay mr. big style[chorus - r. kelly]To all my players and my thugs, to the all the honeys in the clubTo all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we rideTo all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the nightTaking first class flights, we ride, we ride[noreaga]I used to be in chitown and collect pantiesWhen Im in cabrini green you know I hit sammysThugged out yo my people giving eye jammiesNow them shorites say Im cute when they cant stand meR. kelly yo Im right from the belly you know the soulEverything that we spit on is platinum goldBut now its on the love all the players and the thugsYo its a party going on meet me right at the clubWe got some chickens in the living room getting it onAnd they aint leaving til six in the morningThugged out some people gettin head while we on andTear the club up every time we performinGun up in your waist please dont shoot up the placeBecause this shorty right here lookin good in my faceAy yo its so deep I told shorty just last weekUh huh, its like you remind me of my jeep[chorus][vegas cats]Only ballers be allowed up in hereMoneymakers got my thug niggas watchin my rear for player haters18 and Im livin the dream go figureHow a nigga thats younger than you ice biggerDont sweat that stick the rap nigga try thatCall my nigga r. kell if you need a hit blackAnd when you get make it known baby who did itItll make your fans hit the stores and go get itNow here come a bitter sweet note for the fellersLeft out the club with her friend now she jealousMad cause she chant ride on the lsYeah she kinda mad but a baller could care lessWhile you sleep sleep sleepIm inna benz going beep beep beepGot your girl sayin yo who heSo lets ride to rocklands party[jay-z]Ghetto prone federal jay-z shake the dice let em goBetter know I tear down every show better known cheddar proneLike the chrome big rolls say it yall all I need is four barsIm hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like rodmans hair colorAnd hit your broad Im borderline too much for the mortal mindEvery time you order me wine finders mortify now pop that cork then pour the wineRepresent new york to chitown like what floss mine like of course mine whatNever cross my family can we all get along hell naw Im tryin to tell yallHere it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but jay-z true that isBetter school that kid on whose shoes that is or who I be nigga v-i-p jigga[chorus][outro - r. kelly]Lets get together and make this lootAll I wanna do is make the lootCome on players, come on players
