Cover art for We Ride by R. Kelly

We Ride

R. Kelly
Track 8 on R. 

Featuring

Vegas Cats, JAY-Z &

Produced by

Nov. 10, 19981 viewer9.8K views

We Ride Lyrics

[Intro: R. Kelly]
Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
When I ain't have shit
Now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit, hah
But it's all good (make this loot)
Watch me do this shit

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ayo, 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 shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spending thug money (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
[Chorus: 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 locking ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
(From Chi-town to NY)

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
Yo, I used to be in Chi-town and collect panties
When I make Cabrini Green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo, all my people giving 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 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, my people gettin' head while we yawning
Tear the club up every time we performing
Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here, looking good in my face

Ayo, it's so deep I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, it's like, you remind me of my Jeep
[Chorus: 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 locking ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
(From Chi-town to NY)

[Verse 3: Vegas Cats]
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas watching my rear for player haters
Eighteen and I'm living 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. Kel 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 'cause 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 saying "Yo, who he?"
So let's ride to Rockland's party, uh huh

[Verse 4: 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 Chi-town, like what
Floss mine, like of course my, what
Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no
I'm trying 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, uh huh


[Chorus: 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 locking ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
(From Chi-town to NY)

[Outro: R. Kelly]
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

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