Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ R Kelly - We ride ------------------------------------------ [R.] Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days When I ainīt hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas wanna keep up shit But itīs all good, watch me do this shit [CamīRom] Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters Shop lifters with Benini schemes Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist But yo, throw your hands up yīall itīs just love in here It ainīt shit but a thug affair Iīm at the bar spendinī thug money Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny So lets slide you got the right thong Dju donīt know, Iīm all night long The DJ playing all the right songs To the BM, REMīs are Muy bien Itīs R. Kelly, killer Camī Baby girl, can you dig now Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down [1] - To all my players and my thugs To all my honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love We ride, we ride (From Chitown to LA) To all my ballers lockinī ice, getting a room for the night Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride (From Chitown to LA) [Noreaga] Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammyīs Thugged out yo, all my people givinī eye jammies Now them shorties say Iīm cute, when they canīt stand me R. Kelly yo, Iīm right from the belly, you know the soul Everything that we spit on is platinum gold But now itīs for the love, for all the players and the thugs Yo, itīs a party goinī on, meet me right at the club We got some chickens in the living room getting it on And they ainīt leaving ītill six in the morning Thugged out, my people gettinī head while we on and Tear the club up every time we performinī Gun up in your waist, please donīt shoot up the place Because this shorty right here, lookinī good in my face Ay yo, itīs so deep I told shorty just last week Uh huh, itīs like, you remind me of my jeep [Repeat 1] [Vegas Cats] Only ballers be allowed up in here Money makers got my thug niggas watchinī my rear for player haters Eighteen and Iīm livinī a dream, go figure How a nigga thatīs younger than you, ice bigger Donīt sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it Itīll make your fans hit the stores and go get it Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous Mad cuz she canīt ride in the LS Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less While you sleep, sleep, sleep Iīm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep Got your girl sayinī "Yo, who he?" So letīs ride to Rocklandīs party, uh huh [Jay-Z] Check, Ghetto proī federal Jay-Z shake the dice, let īem go Bet a load I tear down every show Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row Says R., Jay yīall, all I need is four bars Iīm hotter than a lotta men Switch up cars like Rodmanīs hair color, then hit your broad Iīm borderline too much for the mortal mind Every time you ought to rewind, find thereīs more to find Now pop that cork, then pour the wine Represent New York to Chitown, like what Floss mine, like of course my, what Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no Iīm tryinī to tell yīall who dat is that rule that biz Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is Better school that kid on whoīs shoes that is Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga [Repeat 1] [R.] Letīs get together and make this loot (Trackmasters, Rockland) Make this loot (Untertainment) Come on players (Thugged out) Come on players (And we out like that) Rock-a-fella yaīll