R. Kelly - We RideLyrics

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Uh, huh, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got shit But now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit [Cam'Ron] 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 y'all it's love in here It ain't shit but a thug affair I'm at the bar spendin' thug money Hustle much huh, they say I love money carats like Bugs Bunny So let's slide you got the right thong Ju don know I'm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs To the BM, rims are muy bien It's 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 I'm in Cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo my people giving eye jammies Now them shorites 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 on the love all the players and the thugs Yo it's a party going 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 some people gettin' head while we on and 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 Hey yo it's so deep I told shorty just last week Uh huh, it's 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 I'm livin' the dream go figure How a nigga that's younger than you ice bigger Don't 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 It'll 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 chan't ride on the LS Yeah she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep sleep sleep I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep Got your girl sayin' yo who he So let's ride to Rockland's 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 y'all all I need is four bars I'm hotter than a lot of men switch up cars like Rodman's hair color And hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you order me wine finder's 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 no I'm tryin' to tell y'all 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] [R. Kelly] Let's get together and make this loot All I wanna do is make the loot Come on players, come on players
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