We Ride - R. Kelly (劳·凯利)/Cam'ron/Noreaga/Jay-Z (杰斯)
Written by：R. Kelly/C. Giles/V. Santiago/S. Carter/R. Hamilton/S. Sledge/C. Broadus/A. Young/H. Casey/R. Finch/S. Barnes/J. Olivier/C. Rooney
R. Kelly：
Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days
When I ain't hot sh*t
But now that I got sh*t
N**gas wanna keep up sh*t
But it's all good watch me do this sh*t
Cam'ron：
Yo yo yo yo
Ay yo from my town to Chi-town
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 wrist
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 sh*t but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spendin thug money
Cop so much huh they say I love money karats like Bugs Bunny
So lets slide you got the right thong
'Ju don't know I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
To the BM rims are muy bien
It's R. Kelly Killa Cam
Baby girl can you dig now
Next time we see him yo we laying Mr. Biggs down
R. Kelly：
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honies in the club
To all the hoods that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chi-town to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights we ride we ride
From Chi-town to NY
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 'til six in the morning
Thugged out my people gettin' head while we yawnin'
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
R. Kelly：
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honies in the club
To all the hoods that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chi-town to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights we ride we ride
From Chi-town to NY
Vegas Cats：
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug n**gas watchin' my rear for player haters
Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream go figure
How a n**ga that's younger than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that stick to rap n**ga try that
Call my n**ga 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 in a 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 grow like the 'fro on ba'y bro
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 n**ga V.I.P Jigga uh huh
R. Kelly：
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honies in the club
To all the hoods that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chi-town to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice getting a room for the night
404
404，您请求的文件不存在!