Ride Wit Me (Feat. City Spud) lyrics by Nelly
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Song Title * Ride Wit Me
Performed By * Nelly f/ City Squad
Composer(s) *
Publisher * . Unauthorised copying is illegal
Programmer * � Bespoke Music
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* Intro Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm (ooh ooh ooh).
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at?
Where they at, where they at, where the yat?
Come on now.
* Chorus 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 h*** wit me,
Smoke a * in the back of the Benz-y.
Oh, why must I feel this way? (HEY, MUST BE THE MONEY!)
* Verse 1 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 somethin 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.
* Repeat chorus
* Verse 2 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 4.6 Range.
Watch the candy paint change every time I switch lanes.
It feels strange now.
Makin' a livin off my brain instead of ***** now.
I got the title from my momma, put the whip in my own name now.
Damn, s*** done changed now.
Runnin' credit checks with no shame now.
I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more).
S***, 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.
* Repeat chorus twice
* Bridge 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
And most said that I was a failure.
But, now the same motherf*****s askin' me for dough,
And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya".
"But, Nelly, can we get tickets to the next show?"
(spoken) Hell no (what's witchu?! you for real?
* Rap Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high,
N****s wanna know why, why I fly by,
But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood.
Do me like you should - f*** me good, s*** me good.
We be them stud n***s, wishin you was n****s.
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 f*** fly bitches; when I walk, pay attention.
See the ice and the glist'; n****s starin' or they diss.
Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss.
Come on.
* Repeat chorus twice
* Break (HEY, MUST BE THE MONEY1
HEY, MUST BE THE MONEY1
HEY, MUST BE THE MONEY1
MUST BE THE MONEY1)
* Repeat chorus twice (keep singing after midifile stops)
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Time * 5:11
Length * Bars
Tempo * 134 bars
Key * E minor
Ch 1 * Steel-String Guitar
Ch 2 * Fingered Bass
Ch 3 * Muted Guitar
Ch 4 * Synth Strings 1
Ch 5 * Strings
Ch 6 * Saw Wave
Ch 10 * Drums
