Om'Mas Keith - Do U Wanna Ride lyrics

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Om'Mas Keith - Do U Wanna Ride lyrics

[Intro] "This is the operator with a collect call from: 'Emory Jones' To accept the charges, press 1 now" [Interlude: Jay-Z] Emory, whattup? Told you I ain't too good with writin' letters and all sh**, I don't even write rhymes But what I will do I'mma send you this open scribe through the airwaves Vibe with me... Yeah, n***a, I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein' here I said "we" cause I'm here, you here! Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved family Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't go We in South Beach and the Hamptons, too, baby! [Hook: John Legend] I know, I know Some places we can go, some places we can go I know, I know Some places we can go, some places we can go Do you wanna ride with me Do you wanna ride with me [Verse 1: Jay-Z] You know why they call The Projects a project, because it's a project! An experiment, we're in it, only as objects And the object for us to explore our prospects And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes! As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps Pointin at cars like yeah that's our s** Hustlers profits made our eyes stretch So on some Dr. Spock sh**, we STARted our TREK Some of us made it, most of us digressed In the name of those who ain't made it, my progress We show success, please live through me See I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive (This is a collect call) So everytime I press five All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly Up in the fed, and still holdin his head So when he hits the streets he gon' eat through this bread Now let's ride Hook [Jay-Z - over Hook] I'm crushin all award shows MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen, Purple Label All that fly sh** we talked about Givin' em Sinatra pinky rings with the blue diamonds and e'rything Hehehe, that's what we talked about right? Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me [Jay-Z] International Hov', I told you so 40/40's out in Tokyo Singapore, all this from singin songs Comin up though we thought slingin raw Was the end all be all of bein rich didn't we Little did I know my mo' potent delivery Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor Heh, the Cola, yeah Hova still gettin it in with soda Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight Started from the crates now I'm sittin on a whole case Since they got you sittin on that old case Our dreams is on hold like Tivo So I can't wait 'til you get your date I got some temp plates outside of the gate We gon' ride Hook [Jay-Z - over Hook] Uh-huh, uh-huh Geah Don't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttin It only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now Look like the Batmobile, the Phantom the top just comes off that joint It only gets better They caught your body they can't trap your mind Keep your spirit alive read your books Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere Vibe with me, c'mon [Jay-Z] Now me and my lil' mama, Quita and Ty-Ty Juan and Dez out in San Tropez Jay Brown and Kawanna, sneakin marijuana You know that Mary J. give you No More Drama Lost a couple friends this whole sh** got weird But when you get home you know your spot's reserved, ya heard? I put my n***as on, my n***as put they n***as on Now we all somewhere foreign, chillin sippin somethin I ain't forget you cousin, hehe Yeah n***a y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to Y'all n***as come and c'mon, playin money marathon My young'n is LeBron, you know what that makes me baby Big Homey! Hehe, Emory what's up? [Hook] [Jay - over Hook] Wan' ride with us? You're more than welcome We ain't on no bullsh**, uhh Put your feet up Big Ty, I see you, boy Guru, I don't usually do this but Roll me up somethin man Let me get mellow on this sh** right here Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, white paper though n***a Can't even f** with those blunts White paper baby, old school n***a gimme a joint Smooth it out, Young H.O Emory Jones Word to my momma we livin!