Ride wit Me – Nelly
Nghệ sĩ: Nelly
CHORD
Bảng hợp âm và lời bài hát Ride wit Me – Nelly
Intro
mmmmmmm ooh-ooh
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? C'mon now!
If you want to go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 uh-way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Verse→ Phiên khúc
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 a attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's on (You 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
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 want to go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 uh-way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Verse 2→ Phiên khúc
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-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 uh-way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you want to go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 uh-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"
"Yo Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchyou?!) you for real?!
Verse 3→ Phiên khúc
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
Poppin' 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
Sidney talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, Sidney 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, c'mon
If you want to go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 uh-way? (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 want to go and take a ride with me, we 3-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this uh-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 ...
