Ride Wit Me- Nelly Lyrics
Where they at?
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the
money!)
In the club on the late night, feeling right
Looking, trying to spot something real nice
Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can
take home
(I can take home)
She can be 18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting 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 coming towards me on the dance
floor
Sexy and real slow
Saying she was peeping 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
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the
money!)
Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act
Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing
nothing 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 4 dot 6 Range
Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch
lanes
It feel strange now
Making a living 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
Running 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 getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney
B
Telling me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next
flight
Paying cash; first class - sitting next to Vanna
White
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the
money!)
Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know
And I've got something 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 asking me for
dough
And I'm yelling: "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?!
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas want to 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 niggas, 'wishing you was' niggas
Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Crissy, bubb'
macking
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your
friends
So if shorty want to knock, we knocking to this
And if shorty want to rock, we rocking to this
And if shorty want to pop, we popping 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'; niggas staring or they
diss
Honies looking all "they wish" - come on boo, gimme
kiss
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the
money!)