Various Artists - Ride Wit Me - Текст песни

Where they at (8X) 

[Chorus] 
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me 
wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's 
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) 

If you wanna go and get high wit me 
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y 
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) 

[Verse 1] 
In the club on the late night, feelin right 
Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice 
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home 
(I can take home) 
She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude 
or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude 
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on 
(Know that it's on) 
I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor 
Sexy and real slow (hey) 
Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video 
So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no? 
Her measurements were 36-25-34 
I like the way you brush your hair 
And I like those stylish clothes you wear 
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare 
And I can see you boo from way over there 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2] 
Face and body front and back, don't know how to act 
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back 
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic 
when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that 
Watch me as I gas that, folk got sick paid 
Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes 
It feel strange now 
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now 
I got the title from my momma put the whippin on end now 
Damn shit done changed now 
Running credit checks with no shame now 
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) 
Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town 
I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B. 
Tellin me about a party up in NYC 
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight 
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Verse 3] 
Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know 
And I got somethin to tell ya 
You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow 
Folks said that I was a failure 
But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough 
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" 
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" 
Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! 

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high 
Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by 
But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood 
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good 
We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz 
Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked 
Honey in the club, me in the Benz 
Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends 
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this 
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this 
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' 
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist 
City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen 
When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention 
See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss 
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss 

[Chorus 2X] 

Hey, must be the money! (4X) 

[Chorus]