1. RIDE WIT ME feat. CITY SPUD歌詞

「RIDE WIT ME feat. CITY SPUD」の歌詞 Nelly,City Spud

2009/2/4 リリース
作詞
DE BARGE ELDRA P,DE BARGE WILLIAM RANDALL,DE BARGE WILLIAM RANDALL,HAYNES CORNELL,WEBB LAVELL
作曲
DE BARGE ELDRA P,DE BARGE WILLIAM RANDALL,DE BARGE WILLIAM RANDALL,EPPERSON JASON
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Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Come on Now,

[CHORUS]

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv'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 of the benzie
Oh why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

In the club on the late night, feelin' right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some 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 a attitude
Or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick
Girl you know that its on
(You know that its on)
I peep sumthin' comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
And sayin she was peepin' and she dig the last video

Somewhere Nelly we could go,
How could I tell her no?
Her measurements was 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]

Face a body front that, don't know how to act
Without the vouchers on the Gucci's bringing nothin' back
You should feel the impact, shop on plastic where the skies the limit
And them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, four dot six Range
Want's to give me pink change, every time I switch lanes
It feels strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the Whip in my own name now
Damn shit to change now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel the fame now (come on)
I can't complain (no more)
Shit I'm the man, now
In and outta my own town
I'm getting pages out of New Jersey, from Twenty-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 (x2)]

(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
More said that I was a failure
But Now the same mother fuckers askin me for dough
And I'm yellin I can't give ya
Yo Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?
(Whatcha think) Hell No, You Fo real

Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy
And I fly high
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by
Hey yo, its all good
Range Rover all wood
Do me like you should
Fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stud niggas
Wishin you was niggas
Poppin like we drug dealers
Simply cause she bug makin

Honey in the club, me in the benz
I see a cutie 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 criss
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
See me talk, Nelly listen
Nelly talk, see melisten
When I fuck fly bitches
When I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist
Niggas starin on the glist
Honeys lookin', no they wish
Come on boo, gimme kiss

[CHORUS (x2)]

(Uh uh)
Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

Hey, must be the money

.....'Must be the money

[CHORUS FADE]