Lyric We Ride - R Kelly

Lyric Song We Ride: R
Uh huhheyI 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 goodwatch me do
Cam Rom
Yoyoyoyoay yofrom 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 yothrow 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 huhthey say I love money carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you got the right thong
Dju don t knowI m all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
To the BMREM s are Muy bien
It s R Kellykiller Cam
Baby girlcan you dig now
Next time we see him yowe 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 ridewe ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin icegetting a room for the night
Taking first class flightswe ridewe ride
From Chitown to LA
Noreaga
YoI used to be in Chitown and collect panties
When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy s
Thugged out yoall my people givin eye jammies
Now them shorties say I m cutewhen they can t stand me
R Kelly yoI m right from the bellyyou know the soul
Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
But now it s for the lovefor all the players and the thugs
Yoit s a party goin onmeet 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 outmy people gettin head while we on and
Tear the club up every time we performin
Gun up in your waistplease don t shoot up the place
Because this shorty right herelookin good in my face
Ay yoit s so deep I told shorty just last week
Uh huhit s likeyou remind me of my jeep
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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 dreamgo figure
How a nigga that s younger than youice bigger
Don t sweat thatstick to rap niggatry that
Call my nigga R Kell if you need a hitblack
And when you get itmake it known babywho did it
It ll make your fans hit the stores and go get it
Nowhere come a bitter sweet note for the fellas
Left out the club with her friendnow she jealous
Mad cuz she can t ride in the LS
Yeahshe kinda mad but a baller could care less
While you sleepsleepsleep
I m inna Benz going beepbeepbeep
Got your girl sayin yquot;Yowho heyquot;
So let s ride to Rockland s partyuh huh
Jay Z
CheckGhetto pro federal
Jay Z shake the dicelet em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row
Says RJay y allall I need is four bars
I m hotter than a lotta men
Switch up cars like Rodman s hair colorthen hit your broad
I m borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you ought to rewindfind there s more to find
Now pop that corkthen pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitownlike what
Floss minelike of course mywhat
Never cross my familycan 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 Ztrue that is
Better school that kid on who s shoes that is
Or who I be niggaVIP Jigga
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R
Let s get together and make this loot
TrackmastersRockland
Make this loot
Untertainment
Come on players
Thugged out
Come on players
And we out like that
Rock a fella ya ll