- Song Name: We Ride
- Artist Name: R. Kelly
- Album: R.
- Songwriters: Andre Young, Calvin Broadus, Cam'Ron Giles, Corey Rooney, Dan Webster, Harry Casey, Jean Olivier, Mark Adams, Ray Turner, Richard Finch, Robert Kelly, Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter, Stephen Washington, Steve Arrington, Vegas Cats, Victor Santiago
- Release Date: 1998.09.29
- Label: Jive Records
LYRICS FOR "We Ride"
Uh
When I ain't got s***
Now that I got s***
But it's all good
Watch me do this s***
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 s*** 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
You don't know? I'm all night long
The DJ playin' all the right songs
To the BM
It's R
Next time you see him yo he lay Mr
To all my players and my thugs
To all the hoods that show me love
To all my ballers rockin' ice
Takin' first class flights
I used to be in Chitown and collect panties
When I'm in cabrini green
Thugged out
Now them shorties say I'm cute when they can't stand me
R
Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
But now it's on the love
Yo it's a party goin' on
We got some chickens in the living room gettin' it on
And they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'
Thugged out
And tear the club up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist
Because this shorty right here lookin' good in my face
Ay yo it's so deep
Uh huh
To all my players and my thugs
To all the hoods that show me love
To all my ballers rockin' ice
Takin' first class flights
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
How a nigga
Don't sweat that
Call my nigga R Kell if you need a hit black
And when you get 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
Mad 'cause she can't ride in the L S
Yeah
While you sleep
I'm in da Benz goin' beep
Got your girl sayin'
So let's ride to Rockland's party
Check
Let 'em go etter load
Better know
Say it y'all Jay you're
I'm hotter than a lotta men
And hit your broad
Every time you order me wine
Now pop that cork then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown
Like what floss mine
Never cross my family can we all get along?
Hell no! now I'm tryin' to tell y'all
Who daddy is
Got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that is
Better school that kid on whose shoes that is
Or who I be nigga
To all my players and my thugs
To all the hoods that show me love
To all my ballers rockin' ice
Takin' first class flights
Let's get together and make this
Make this loot
Come on players
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