Lyrics Ride Wit Me - The Hit Crew

Where they at 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? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
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) wit an attitude
Or 19 kinda snotty acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it′s on
(Know that it's on)
I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey)
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
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 get high with me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D′s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Face and body front and back, 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, fo′ dot six 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 man 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
Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo′ with the gold D′s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D′s
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Check, check, yo, I know something you don't know
And I 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 fo' dough
And I′m yelling, "I can't help ya"
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no (what's with you?!) you for real?!
Hey yo, now that I′m a fly guy, and I fly high
Niggas wanna 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
Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Cris-sy, bubb' mackin
Honey in the club, me in the Benz
Icy grip, telling me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna, knock, we knocking to this
And if shorty wanna, rock, we rocking to this
And if shorty wanna, pop, we popping the Crist′
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city 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
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo′ with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
Hey, must be the money! If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three-wheeling in the fo′ with the gold D's
Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!)