Lirik Lagu We Ride - R. Kelly F/ Cam'Rom, Noreaga, Jay Z & Vegas Cats
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[R.]Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the daysWhen I ain't hot shitBut now that I got shitNiggas wanna keep up shitBut it's all good watch me do this shit
[Cam'Rom]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, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in hereIt ain't shit but a thug affairI'm at the bar spendin' thug moneyCop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunnySo lets slide you got the right thongDju don't know, I'm all night longThe DJ playing all the right songsTo the BM, REM's are Muy bienIt's R. Kelly, killer Cam'Baby girl, can you dig nowNext time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
1 - To all my players and my thugsTo all my honeys in the clubTo all the hoods that show me loveWe ride, we ride(From Chitown to LA)To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the nightTaking first class flights, we ride, we ride(From Chitown to LA)
[Noreaga]Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect pantiesWhen I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy'sThugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammiesNow them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand meR. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soulEverything that we spit on is platinum goldBut now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugsYo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the clubWe got some chickens in the living room getting it onAnd they ain't leaving 'till six in the morningThugged out, my people gettin' head while we on andTear the club up every time we performin'Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the placeBecause this shorty right here, lookin' good in my faceAy yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last weekUh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep
Repeat 1
[Vegas Cats]Only ballers be allowed up in hereMoney makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player hatersEighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figureHow a nigga that's younger than you, ice biggerDon't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try thatCall my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, blackAnd when you get it, make it known baby, who did itIt'll make your fans hit the stores and go get itNow, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellasLeft out the club with her friend, now she jealousMad cuz she can't ride in the LSYeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care lessWhile you sleep, sleep, sleepI'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beepGot your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?"So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]Check, Ghetto pro' federalJay-Z shake the dice, let 'em goBet a load I tear down every showBetter know cheddar crowed like the front babe rowSays R., Jay y'all, all I need is four barsI'm hotter than a lotta menSwitch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broadI'm borderline too much for the mortal mindEvery time you ought to rewind, find there's more to findNow pop that cork, then pour the wineRepresent New York to Chitown, like whatFloss mine, like of course my, whatNever cross my family, can we all get along? Hell noI'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that bizNot your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that isBetter school that kid on who's shoes that isOr 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
[Cam'Rom]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, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in hereIt ain't shit but a thug affairI'm at the bar spendin' thug moneyCop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunnySo lets slide you got the right thongDju don't know, I'm all night longThe DJ playing all the right songsTo the BM, REM's are Muy bienIt's R. Kelly, killer Cam'Baby girl, can you dig nowNext time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
1 - To all my players and my thugsTo all my honeys in the clubTo all the hoods that show me loveWe ride, we ride(From Chitown to LA)To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the nightTaking first class flights, we ride, we ride(From Chitown to LA)
[Noreaga]Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect pantiesWhen I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy'sThugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammiesNow them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand meR. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soulEverything that we spit on is platinum goldBut now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugsYo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the clubWe got some chickens in the living room getting it onAnd they ain't leaving 'till six in the morningThugged out, my people gettin' head while we on andTear the club up every time we performin'Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the placeBecause this shorty right here, lookin' good in my faceAy yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last weekUh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep
Repeat 1
[Vegas Cats]Only ballers be allowed up in hereMoney makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player hatersEighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figureHow a nigga that's younger than you, ice biggerDon't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try thatCall my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, blackAnd when you get it, make it known baby, who did itIt'll make your fans hit the stores and go get itNow, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellasLeft out the club with her friend, now she jealousMad cuz she can't ride in the LSYeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care lessWhile you sleep, sleep, sleepI'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beepGot your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?"So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]Check, Ghetto pro' federalJay-Z shake the dice, let 'em goBet a load I tear down every showBetter know cheddar crowed like the front babe rowSays R., Jay y'all, all I need is four barsI'm hotter than a lotta menSwitch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broadI'm borderline too much for the mortal mindEvery time you ought to rewind, find there's more to findNow pop that cork, then pour the wineRepresent New York to Chitown, like whatFloss mine, like of course my, whatNever cross my family, can we all get along? Hell noI'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that bizNot your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that isBetter school that kid on who's shoes that isOr 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
