Songtext We ride R. Kelly

We ride

[intro]
Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I aint got shit
But now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit
But its all good watch me do this shit

[camron]
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 put your hands up yall its love in here
It aint shit but a thug affair
Im at the bar spendin thug money
Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you got the right thong
Ju don know Im all night long
The dj playing all the right songs
To the bm, rims are muy bien
Its r. kelly killer camp
Girl can you dig now
Next 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 club
To all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we ride
To all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride

[noreaga]
I used to be in chitown and collect panties
When Im in cabrini green you know I hit sammys
Thugged out yo my people giving eye jammies
Now them shorites say Im cute when they cant stand me
R. kelly yo Im right from the belly you know the soul
Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
But now its on the love all the players and the thugs
Yo its a party going on meet me right at the club
We got some chickens in the living room getting it on
And they aint leaving til six in the morning
Thugged out some people gettin head while we on and
Tear the club up every time we performin
Gun up in your waist please dont shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here lookin good in my face
Ay yo its so deep I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, its like you remind me of my jeep

[chorus]

[vegas cats]
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Moneymakers got my thug niggas watchin my rear for player haters
18 and Im livin the dream go figure
How a nigga thats younger than you ice bigger
Dont sweat that stick the rap nigga try that
Call my nigga r. kell if you need a hit black
And when you get make it known baby who did it
Itll make your fans hit the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter sweet note for the fellers
Left out the club with her friend now she jealous
Mad cause she chant ride on the ls
Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less
While you sleep sleep sleep
Im inna benz going beep beep beep
Got your girl sayin yo who he
So lets ride to rocklands party

[jay-z]
Ghetto prone federal jay-z shake the dice let em go
Better know I tear down every show better known cheddar prone
Like the chrome big rolls say it yall all I need is four bars
Im hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like rodmans hair color
And hit your broad Im borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you order me wine finders mortify now pop that cork then pour the wine
Represent new york to chitown like what floss mine like of course mine what
Never cross my family can we all get along hell naw Im tryin to tell yall
Here it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but jay-z true that is
Better 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 loot
All I wanna do is make the loot
Come on players, come on players