R.Kelly: We ride

Spoken IntroUh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days when I ain't got shitBut now that I got shit, niggas wanna keep up shitBut it's all good, watch me do this shitCam'RomYo yo yo yo ay yo from my town to ChitownR. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock downVoice cry hot sounds tied down cop twistersShop lifters with Benini schemesSmoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini greenSome cats I know like to splurge on they wristsBut my man karate man cut the nerves out his fistBut yo, throw your hands up y'all it's just love in hereIt ain't shit but a thug affairI'm at the bar spendin' thug moneyCop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunnySo lets slide you got the right thongJu don know, I'm all night longThe DJ playing all the right songs... muy bienIt's R. Kelly killer campGirl can you dig nowNext time we see him yo we laying Mr. Big styleChorus:To all my players and my thugs, to all my honeys in the clubTo all the hoods that show me love we ride, we rideTo all my ballers rocking ice, getting a room for the nightTaking first class flights, we ride, we rideNoreagaI used to be in Chitown and collect pantiesWhen I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy'sThugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammiesNow them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand meR. Kelly yo, I'm right from the belly, you know the soulEverything that we spit on is platinum goldBut now it's for the love, for all the players and the thugsYo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the clubWe got some chickens in the living room getting it onAnd they ain't leaving 'till six in the morningThugged out, my people gettin' head while we on andTear the club up every time we performin'Gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the placeBecause this shorty right here, lookin' good in my faceAy yo, it's so deep I told shorty just last weekUh huh, it's like, you remind me of my jeepChorusVegas CatsOnly ballers be allowed up in hereMoney makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for player hatersEighteen and I'm livin' a dream, go figureHow a nigga that's younger than you, ice biggerDon't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try thatCall my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, blackAnd when you get it, make it known baby, who did itIt'll make your fans hit the stores and go get itNow, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellersLeft out the club with her friend, now she jealousMad cuz she can't ride in the LSYeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care lessWhile you sleep, sleep, sleepI'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beepGot your girl sayin' Yo, who heSo let's ride to Rockland's partyJay-ZGhetto pro' federal Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em goBet a load I tear down every show better know cheddar proneLike the crome big Rolls say it y'all Jay y'all all I need is four barsI'm hotter than a lotta men switch up cars like Rodman's hair colorAnd hit your broad I'm borderline too much for the mortal mindEvery time you order me wine finder's mortify now pop that cork and pour the wineRepresent New York to Chitown, like what floss mine like of course mine whatNever cross my family can we all get along hell no I'm tryin' to tell y'allHere it is that rule that biz got your baby daddy but Jay-Z true that isBetter school that kid on who's shoes that is or who I be nigga V-I-P JiggaChorusLet's get together and make this lootAll I wanna do is make lootCome on players come on players