Ride Wit Meとは
リリース：2000年
シンガー：ネリー
ジャンル：R＆B
【Nelly】
【ニュー・ディレクションズ】
Ride Wit Me歌詞
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 Benz-y
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
(Know that it’s on)
I peep something comin towards me up 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
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 moving 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 Benz-y
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
4.6 Range
Watch the candy paint change
everytime 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 (come on)
I can’t complain now (no more)
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 NYC
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 Benz-y
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 Benz-y
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 (what’s witchu?!) 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
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 Benz-y
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 Benz-y
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!
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 Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey
must be the money!
