Текст песни We Ride

[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

[1] - 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
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Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep

[Repeat 1]

[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

[Repeat 1]

[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

R. Kelly We Ride