Ride Wit Me
Lyrics
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Features Of This Song
club rap rootssouthern rap roots
danceable beats
party jam style
a laid back male vocal
party rhymes
the use of chordal patterning
melodic part writing
dry snare
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
an electric bass riff
acoustic guitar layering
layered electric guitar riffs
a dry recording sound
subtle use of noise effects
radio friendly stylings
dominant melodic hooks
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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If you wanna go and take a ride wit me And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood I peep something comin' towards me on the dance floor (Hey, must be the money!) We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why must I feel this way? Lookin' for a little shorty I noticed (Hey, must be the money!) Come on Where they at? Where they at? We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why must I feel this way? Oh why must I feel this way? Oh why must I feel this way? I'm gettin' pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B If you wanna go and get high wit me Oh why must I feel this way? Makin' a livin' off my brain, instead of 'caine now So when Nelly, can we go, how could I tell her no? So if shorty wanna, knock, we knockin' to this If you wanna go and get high wit me Her measurements were 36-25-34 (Hey, must be the money!) I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now Check, check yo, I know somethin' you don't know Hey, must be the money! Shorty wanna see the ice then I ice the wrist Oh why do I live this way? And if shorty wanna, rock, we rockin' to this We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's And I can see you boo from way over there If you wanna go and take a ride wit me Oh why do I live this way? If you wanna go and get high wit me Hey, must be the money! Hell no, what's witchu?! You for real?! Niggaz wanna know why? Why I fly by? If you wanna go and take a ride wit me See the ice and the glist', niggaz starin' or they diss Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's (Hey, must be the money!) Poppin' like we drug dealers, sippin' Cris-sy, bubb' mackin' But now the same motherfuckers askin' me fo' dough (Hey, must be the money!) She can be 18, 18 wit an attitude And I'm yellin', "I can't help ya Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Sexy and real slow, hey Lookin' tryin' to spot somethin' real nice C'mon now You should feel the impact, shop on plastic (Hey, must be the money!) City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen In the club on the late night, feelin' right Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy and I fly high If you wanna go and get high wit me We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention We three-wheelin' in the fo' with the gold D's If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town Sayin' she was peepin' and I dig the last video It feel strange now Oh why do I live this way? And if shorty wanna, pop, we poppin' the Crist' (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and take a ride wit me Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Oh why do I live this way? Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin' nuttin back Tellin' me about a party up in NYC Honey in the club, me in the Benz Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Where they at? Where they at? Hey, must be the money! Where they at? Where they at? Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes If you wanna go and take a ride wit me (Hey, must be the money!) I like the way the light hit the ice and glare But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl Publishers: D2 PRO PUBLISHING, DYNACOM PUBLISHING, JACKIE FROST MUSIC, JAY E'S BASEMENT, JOBETE MUSIC CO INC, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - MGB SONGS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP. Damn shit done changed now Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Payin' cash, first class, sittin' next to Vanna White Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range Songwriters: Eldra Debarge, William Debarge, Jason Epperson, Cornell Haynes, Etterlene Jordan I feel the fame now, come on, I can't complain now, no more If you wanna go and get high wit me "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Where they at? Where they at? Must be the money! Most said that I was a failure I like the way you brush your hair Face and body front and back, don't know how to act If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We be them stud niggaz, wishin' you was niggaz Runnin' credit checks with no shame now So that I can take home, I can take home And I got somethin' to tell ya (Hey, must be the money!) Or 19 kinda snotty actin' real rude And I like those stylish clothes you wear Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y (Hey, must be the money!) (Hey, must be the money!) Oh why do I live this way? You know that it's on, know that it's on If you wanna go and take a ride wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y If you wanna go and get high wit me Icy grip, tellin' me to leave wit you and your friends Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Honies lookin' all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that



