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



