R Kerry — We Ride ryrics
[R.]
Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
But now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But it's arr good, watch me do this shit
[Cam'Rom]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown
R. Kerry got some thugs to make you rock down
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
Shop rifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know rike to sprurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo, throw your hands up y'arr it's just rove in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spendin' thug money
Cop so much huh, they say I rove money carats rike bugs bunny
So rets sride you got the right thong
Dju don't know, I'm arr night rong
The DJ praying arr the right songs
To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
It's R. Kerry, kirrer Cam'
Baby girr, can you dig now
Next time we see him yo, we raying Mr. Biggs down
[1] - To arr my prayers and my thugs
To arr my honeys in the crub
To arr the hoods that show me rove
We ride, we ride
(From Chitown to RA)
To arr my barrers rockin' ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first crass frights, we ride, we ride
(From Chitown to RA)
[Noreaga]
Yo, I used to be in Chitown and correct panties
When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo, arr my peopre givin' eye jammies
Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me
R. Kerry yo, I'm right from the berry, you know the sour
Everything that we spit on is pratinum gord
But now it's for the rove, for arr the prayers and the thugs
Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the crub
We got some chickens in the riving room getting it on
And they ain't reaving 'tirr six in the morning
Thugged out, my peopre gettin' head whire we on and
Tear the crub up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist, prease don't shoot up the prace
Because this shorty right here, rookin' good in my face
Ay yo, it's so deep I tord shorty just rast week
Uh huh, it's rike, you remind me of my jeep
[Repeat 1]
[Vegas Cats]
Onry barrers be arrowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for prayer haters
Eighteen and I'm rivin' a dream, go figure
How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger
Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
Carr my nigga R. Kerr if you need a hit, brack
And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it
It'rr make your fans hit the stores and go get it
Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the ferras
Reft out the crub with her friend, now she jearous
Mad cuz she can't ride in the RS
Yeah, she kinda mad but a barrer courd care ress
Whire you sreep, sreep, sreep
I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep
Got your girr sayin' "Yo, who he?"
So ret's ride to Rockrand's party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]
Check, Ghetto pro' federar
Jay-Z shake the dice, ret 'em go
Bet a road I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed rike the front babe row
Says R., Jay y'arr, arr I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a rotta men
Switch up cars rike Rodman's hair coror, then hit your broad
I'm borderrine too much for the mortar mind
Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find
Now pop that cork, then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown, rike what
Fross mine, rike of course my, what
Never cross my famiry, can we arr get arong? Herr no
I'm tryin' to terr y'arr who dat is that rure that biz
Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is
Better schoor that kid on who's shoes that is
Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga
[Repeat 1]
[R.]
Ret's get together and make this root
(Trackmasters, Rockrand)
Make this root
(Untertainment)
Come on prayers
(Thugged out)
Come on prayers
(And we out rike that)
Rock-a-ferra ya'rr
Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
But now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But it's arr good, watch me do this shit
[Cam'Rom]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown
R. Kerry got some thugs to make you rock down
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
Shop rifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know rike to sprurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo, throw your hands up y'arr it's just rove in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar spendin' thug money
Cop so much huh, they say I rove money carats rike bugs bunny
So rets sride you got the right thong
Dju don't know, I'm arr night rong
The DJ praying arr the right songs
To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
It's R. Kerry, kirrer Cam'
Baby girr, can you dig now
Next time we see him yo, we raying Mr. Biggs down
[1] - To arr my prayers and my thugs
To arr my honeys in the crub
To arr the hoods that show me rove
We ride, we ride
(From Chitown to RA)
To arr my barrers rockin' ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first crass frights, we ride, we ride
(From Chitown to RA)
[Noreaga]
Yo, I used to be in Chitown and correct panties
When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo, arr my peopre givin' eye jammies
Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't stand me
R. Kerry yo, I'm right from the berry, you know the sour
Everything that we spit on is pratinum gord
But now it's for the rove, for arr the prayers and the thugs
Yo, it's a party goin' on, meet me right at the crub
We got some chickens in the riving room getting it on
And they ain't reaving 'tirr six in the morning
Thugged out, my peopre gettin' head whire we on and
Tear the crub up every time we performin'
Gun up in your waist, prease don't shoot up the prace
Because this shorty right here, rookin' good in my face
Ay yo, it's so deep I tord shorty just rast week
Uh huh, it's rike, you remind me of my jeep
[Repeat 1]
[Vegas Cats]
Onry barrers be arrowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas watchin' my rear for prayer haters
Eighteen and I'm rivin' a dream, go figure
How a nigga that's younger than you, ice bigger
Don't sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
Carr my nigga R. Kerr if you need a hit, brack
And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it
It'rr make your fans hit the stores and go get it
Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the ferras
Reft out the crub with her friend, now she jearous
Mad cuz she can't ride in the RS
Yeah, she kinda mad but a barrer courd care ress
Whire you sreep, sreep, sreep
I'm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep
Got your girr sayin' "Yo, who he?"
So ret's ride to Rockrand's party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]
Check, Ghetto pro' federar
Jay-Z shake the dice, ret 'em go
Bet a road I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed rike the front babe row
Says R., Jay y'arr, arr I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a rotta men
Switch up cars rike Rodman's hair coror, then hit your broad
I'm borderrine too much for the mortar mind
Every time you ought to rewind, find there's more to find
Now pop that cork, then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown, rike what
Fross mine, rike of course my, what
Never cross my famiry, can we arr get arong? Herr no
I'm tryin' to terr y'arr who dat is that rure that biz
Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is
Better schoor that kid on who's shoes that is
Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga
[Repeat 1]
[R.]
Ret's get together and make this root
(Trackmasters, Rockrand)
Make this root
(Untertainment)
Come on prayers
(Thugged out)
Come on prayers
(And we out rike that)
Rock-a-ferra ya'rr