Nelly – Nelly-Ride Wit Me Lyrics

Artist: Nelly
Album: Miscellaneous
Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

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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? Com’n now

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
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 hot and horny
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
Boo, as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl
You know that it’s on, you know that it’s on

I peep somethin’ comin’ towards me up the dance floor
Sexy and real slow, sayin’ she was peepin’ and I dig the last video
So when Nelly, we can go, how could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36, 25, 34

Yellin’ 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

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

Face and body front and back, don’t know how to act
Without no vouchers or boozers 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, [Incomprehensible]
Watch the candy paint change, every time 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, I can’t complain now
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 N.Y.C.
Can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight
Payin’ cash, first class, sittin’ next to Vanna White

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

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 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 no stud niggaz, wishin’ you was niggaz
Poppin’ like we drug dealers, sippin’ Crissy, bubb’ mackin’
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, come on

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)

Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Must be the money

If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheelin’ 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 Benzy
Oh, why must I feel this way?

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