Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ride Wit Me , by - The Hit Crew. Release date: 21.12.2009
Song language: English
Ride Wit Me |
| 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!) |
| 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 |
| 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, fo’dot six Range |
| 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 whip in my own name now |
| Damn shit done changed now |
| Runnin 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 |
| 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 |
| Most 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 |
| Hey, must be the money! |
| (x4) |