We Ride (feat. Cam'ron, Noreaga, Jay-Z & Vegas Cats)

R KELLY
 Miscellaneous
 We Ride"(feat. Cam'Rom, Noreaga, Jay-Z, and Vegas Cats
 [R.]
 Uh huh, hey, I 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 good, watch me do this shit
 [Cam'Rom]
 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, throw 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 huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny
 So lets slide you got the right thong
 Dju don't know, I'm all night long
 The DJ playing all the right songs
 To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
 It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'
 Baby girl, can you dig now
 Next time we see him yo, we 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 ride, we ride
 (From Chitown to LA)
 To all my ballers lockin' ice, getting a room for the night
 Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
 (From Chitown to LA)
 [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 'till six in the morning
 Thugged out, my 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
 Ay yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week
 Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeep
 [Repeat 1]
 [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 dream, go figure
 How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger
 Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
 Call my nigga 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 inna 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 crowed like the front babe row
 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 nigga, V.I.P Jigga
 [Repeat 1]
 [R.]
 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)
 Rock-a-fella ya'll