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__//Nelly - Ride Wit Me\_______ ___ __ _
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| 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 an L in the back with the Benz
| 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]
| Facin' Plaza Frontenac, don't know how to act
| Without no vouchers on the ??? she 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]
|_//Submitted by: josh\