Nelly - Ride Wit Me (feat. City Spud) (clean edit With FX short) lyrics

Mmmm... Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Come on, now If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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 with 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 peepin' somethin' comin' towards me up the dance flo' 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 was 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 with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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 no 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 dot 6 Range 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 mama put the whip in my own name now Damn, sh** done changed now Runnin' credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) sh** I'm the man 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 cla**, sittin' next to Vanna White (come on) If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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 with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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 muthaf**ers 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 with you?!) You for real?! City Spud: Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high n***as 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 no stud n***as, wishin' you was n***as 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 (knock), we knockin' to this And if shorty wanna... rock (rock), we rockin' to this And if shorty wanna... pop (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 b**hes; when I walk, pay attention See the ice and the glist'; n***as starin' or they diss Hunnies lookin' all they wish, come on boo, give me kiss, come on If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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 with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with 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! Hey, must be the money! Must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I love this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benzy Oh, why must I feel this way?