We Ride (Explicit)

We Ride (Explicit) - R. Kelly/Cam'ron/Noreaga/Jay-Z/Vegas Cats

Lyrics 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

Composed 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

Taking first class flights we ride we ride

From Chi-town to NY

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

Roc-A-Fella y'all