《We Ride (feat. Cam’Ron， Noreaga， Jay-Z & Vegas Cats)》歌词

[00:00:01] We Ride (feat. Cam'Ron, Noreaga, Jay-Z and Vegas Cats) - R. Kelly

[00:00:01] Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days

[00:00:07] When I ain't hot shit

[00:00:09] But now that I got shit

[00:00:12] Niggas wanna keep up shit

[00:00:16] But it's all good, watch me do this shit

[00:00:20] Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown

[00:00:23] R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down

[00:00:25] Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters

[00:00:28] Shop lifters with Benini schemes

[00:00:30] Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green

[00:00:32] Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists

[00:00:34] But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist

[00:00:37] But yo, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in here

[00:00:40] It ain't shit but a thug affair

[00:00:42] I'm at the bar spendin' thug money

[00:00:44] Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny

[00:00:48] So lets slide you got the right thong

[00:00:51] Dju don't know, I'm all night long

[00:00:53] The DJ playing all the right songs

[00:00:56] To the BM, REM's are Muy bien

[00:00:58] It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'

[00:01:00] Baby girl, can you dig now

[00:01:01] Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down

[00:01:04] To all my players and my thugs

[00:01:06] To all my honeys in the club

[00:01:08] To all the hoods that show me love

[00:01:12] We ride, we ride

[00:01:13] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:01:14] To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night

[00:01:19] Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride

[00:01:23] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:01:25] Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties

[00:01:27] When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's

[00:01:30] Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies

[00:01:33] Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me

[00:01:35] R. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soul

[00:01:38] Everything that we spit on is platinum gold

[00:01:41] But now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugs

[00:01:43] Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the club

[00:01:46] We got some chickens in the living room getting it on

[00:01:49] And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning

[00:01:51] Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and

[00:01:54] Tear the club up every time we performin'

[00:01:57] Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place

[00:01:59] Because this shorty right here, lookin' good in my face

[00:02:02] Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week

[00:02:04] Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep

[00:02:07] To all my players and my thugs

[00:02:09] To all my honeys in the club

[00:02:12] To all the hoods that show me love

[00:02:15] We ride, we ride

[00:02:16] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:02:18] To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night

[00:02:23] Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride

[00:02:27] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:02:28] Only ballers be allowed up in here

[00:02:31] Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player haters

[00:02:34] Eighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figure

[00:02:36] How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger

[00:02:39] Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that

[00:02:41] Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black

[00:02:44] And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it

[00:02:47] It'll make your fans hit the stores and go get it

[00:02:50] Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas

[00:02:52] Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous

[00:02:55] Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS

[00:02:58] Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less

[00:03:00] While you sleep, sleep, sleep

[00:03:02] I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep

[00:03:05] Got your girl sayin' "Yo, who he?"

[00:03:07] So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh

[00:03:10] Check, Ghetto pro' federal

[00:03:12] Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go

[00:03:14] Bet a load I tear down every show

[00:03:16] Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row

[00:03:19] Says R., Jay y'all, all I need is four bars

[00:03:21] I'm hotter than a lotta men

[00:03:23] Switch up cars like Rodman's hair color, then hit your broad

[00:03:26] I'm borderline too much for the mortal mind

[00:03:29] Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find

[00:03:32] Now pop that cork, then pour the wine

[00:03:34] Represent New York to Chitown, like what

[00:03:36] Floss mine, like of course my, what

[00:03:38] Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no

[00:03:42] I'm tryin' to tell y'all who dat is that rule that biz

[00:03:45] Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is

[00:03:48] Better school that kid on who's shoes that is

[00:03:50] Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga

[00:03:53] To all my players and my thugs

[00:03:55] To all my honeys in the club

[00:03:58] To all the hoods that show me love

[00:04:01] We ride, we ride

[00:04:02] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:04:04] To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night

[00:04:09] Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride

[00:04:13] (From Chitown to LA)

[00:04:14] Let's get together and make this loot

[00:04:18] (Trackmasters, Rockland)

[00:04:22] Make this loot

[00:04:24] (Untertainment)

[00:04:25] Come on players

[00:04:27] (Thugged out)

[00:04:28] Come on players

[00:04:29] (And we out like that)

[00:04:30] Rock-a-fella ya'll