Let’s Ride (Letra)

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[Chorus:]
Where my bitches dat would freak wit me (cum’ on let’s Ride)
How many my niggaz dat would row wit me (cum’ on let’s Ride)
where my bitches dat would lie for me (cum’ on let’s Ride)
How many niggaz dat would die for me, die for me, die for me

[Verse 1:]
Where the fuck my thugs at ready or not nigga ain’t no Turnin Back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I’m just hear to fuck you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum tru wit the top down like
where my bitches at hop in make it fast don’t slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at end of the light
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin the dough for the pussy by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I’m ride till the end of the baby this life gonna drive me crazy
Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my Mistress at at cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin let’s how and when you want
Ya don’t want my thugs to get up on it
leave it alone cuz we bought our liquor, now

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]

[Verse 2:]
Bitch niggaz better smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain’t gettin out as much
what the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I Swiss nothin but the hot shit
So I hear you wanna pop shit you don’t know who you
Fuckin wit let me show how lifes a Bitch
I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money wish yourz was mine in every case
now it’s cream money spelt the raw and if more get chased
holla out my niggaz be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
row my niggaz ride my bitches if you ain’t heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers hit up wit the heat nigga just because
got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let’s ride

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
(The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain’t got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain’t my time for the glen to reap
(Niggaz be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun’em down
(That’s how I hit’em and) cool’em off what the fuck iz you hollin bout
Niggaz be run-in wild) paid to strip what ever happened to the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit a lot of niggaz get killed for this
(Especially my niggaz) rest in peace to my dogz wit luv till death
(For When I die niggaz)never to hell I’ve been down wit some of the best yeah nigga

[Chorus: Until end]

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Let’s Ride (Letra)

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[Canibus]
Yo, yo
If you just listen to my lyrics every day for a couple of weeks
My techniques will eventually kill you just like red meat
The Bhagavad Gita beliefs I speak be so deep
Most critics get mad because there’s nothin to critique
Whenever I’m rappin or rhymin
with irrefutably remarkable timin
I’m like, Charlie Chaplin pantomimin
If you John Blaze, or you James Flames
or you Jack Cremation, I’m Jermaine Propane (Jermaine Propane)
No pain no gain in this rap game
For the fortune and fame in order to remain
Most real MC’s, learn to adapt to the change
or get washed away like tears in the rain, in the rain y’all

Chorus: Wyclef, Product, Pras

[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e’rybody just ride
Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e’rybody just ride
[Pro] When you in the streets and you’re drivin in your V
if you can see what I see, you’re prepared for the jackers
[Can] Old school, old school
[Pras] Everybody got to pack a mac now

[Canibus]
Yo, if you wanna know, how I kick a flow
when I rip a show, with my lyric-al, I’ma let you know
It’s difficult, cause I’m a part spiritual, part para-physical miracle
And I’ma blackout in a minute too
Spittin like Bone-Thugs like
"Nigga-what? I’m-fin-to-get-a-gun and stick-em-up"
then crush a Thug’s Bones with a chrome slug
The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap
with the ghetto Anglo-Sax’ poetic syntax
In fact, nigga don’t even give me dap when I see you
Just don’t give me no ice grill eye contact either
When you see me, whylin like Beenie on the speakers
"Zim zimma — who got the fire for my reefa?"

Chorus: Product, Pras, Wyclef

[Pro] You came home from a bid a nigga was in your crib
And the whole time you thought your girl was celebate
[Can] Old school old school
[Pras] You locked up and she need some di-ick
[Clef] Just ride, just ride, ah just ride e’rybody just ride
Just ride in the hood, just ride, all my .. uh, ah just ride

[Canibus]
Yo physically I move at a velocity
that’ll break your stopwatch if you clockin me
My concrete jungle is like Jumanji
Iller than what you seen in the cinema
A five foot eight, nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin Pentium chips
Double the clock speeds of a 586
And nothin about my physical matrix is BASIC
I kick flavor beyond what your tongue is capable of tastin
You’ll be so surprised you won’t believe your own eyes
It’s like a Jamaican seein the snow for the first time
Rhymes of a sort, that distort space and time
It’s like explainin color to a man that was born blind

Chorus: Product

[Pro] Crimes on the street, come from a lack of eatin
It’s not my cup of tea, but I’ll give them the BEST
Motherfuckin BEST
And if you still out here I kick yo’ ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old school (c’mon!)
[Pro] And if you still out here, I kick yo’ ass tomorrow
[Can] Old school, old school (c’mon y’all)
[Pro] Frontin like you buyin food but you buyin crack bottles

[Wyclef]
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the East just ride
Ah just ride, ah just ride
Everybody in the West just ride
Ah to the South, down South
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah just ride

Let’s Ride (Letra)

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She looked up in the noonday sun, said, "fighter jets are so unreal"
But we’ve got a job to be done, come on

When i was just a boy, i saw the kings of the big gold cities
But as they died i dried up inside — let’s ride

Let’s ride on airplanes and buses
Let’s ride to the end of the line
Let’s ride on fast motorcycles
Let’s leave the routines of living behind

We pulled into a tick-tock town and all the people looked so happy
Another trip down the elephant slide — let’s ride

Let’s ride on subways and steeples
Let’s ride to the end of the line
Let’s ride on prescriptions and bottles
Let’s leave the routines of living behind

[let’s ride on airplanes and buses
Let’s ride to the end of the line
Let’s ride on fast motorcycles
Let’s leave the routines of living behind]

Let’s Ride (Letra)

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Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Ain’t nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the CDs I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don’t rush
You’s a upper echelon piece
So when you find ???? then you don’t freak
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
Oh I’m a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you cuz you my special friend, uh

[CHORUS]
OOh, me and you i think we should riiiide
Come on come on come on come on
Don’t worry just done get insiiide
Come on come on come on come on

The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin on
Abstract the word we creatin on
The TV’s in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don’t worry, the tip’s past the legal one
Outkast’s bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your peticure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink
A little harder than your average ?????
Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin ?????
Vacationin, V up my V8
Just one night we drive and we escape

CHORUS x2

Let’s Ride (Letra)

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( lancaster )

It’s such a very long time ago
And we were riding down the dusty road
I took a turn around the dusty track
And said i’m never ever coming back
Aw, but baby come and ride with me
Come on and ride like it used to be
I know you like the way it feels
Riding high on a pair of wheels

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Take me up and won’t you come on, let’s ride

It took me twenty-five thousand miles
A new starter and a pair of tyres
When at last i realised the end
Was coming up around the bend
I turned around and scraped my boots
And headed back again towards my roots
The wind was blowing through my hair
And the sun was shining everywhere

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Take me up and won’t you come on, let’s ride
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Take me up and won’t you come on, let’s ride

A little loving goes a long, long way
And it called me back again
Now i know which way to go
I’m never ever gonna ride alone
So baby come and ride with me
Come on and ride like it used to be
I know you like the way it feels
Ridng high upon a pair of wheels

Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Take me up and won’t you come on, let’s ride
Let’s ride, let’s ride, let’s ride
Take me up and won’t you come on, let’s ride

Let’s Ride (Letra)

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Feat/master p and silkk "the shocker"

[master p]
Uhhhhhh
You like that, huh?
Remember me?
Let’s get roudy
Let’s ride
Yeah, yeah
Yo, montell when you walk
They be goin’ to the lobby ya’ll
Tell the bellman i need some more towels up here
When you see shorty?
The one that’s sittin on them 20’s?
Tell him in 504 she’s still ‘bout me, you heard?
Let’s get roudy

[montell]
You know montell’s ‘bout it, ‘bout it
Master p’s ‘bout it, ‘bout it

Stepped in the club
After my show
You know the spot
Where everybody’s on the low low
That’s when i saw her
She saw me
She told me she like master p
And montell occassionally
So i laid back
Put a $50 in my mouth
Said i wanna see you shake it girl
Cuz that’s what that ‘bout it, ‘bout it’s about
All the nigga’s in the club
Was jealous of me
Cuz i waited for it and i stayed for
And i’m damn near ‘bout to pay for it
So

1 – let’s ride
All night
I don’t doubt it
Your love is ‘bout it, ‘bout it
And i’m so excited
Girl, i wanna ride it

Let’s ride
Tonight
Can’t do without it
Your love is ‘bout it, ‘bout it
And i won’t deny, babe
Girl i wanna ride it

Now baby what’s more than incredible
She did her thing
5’5" 146, swinging nothing but a g-string
Her chocolate lips and
Sexy thighs
Sittin’ properly up on top of me
She’s riding, ain’t no stopping me now
She bounced back
Then rocked slow
Like she’s auditioning to kick it in my video
There ain’t no limit
To what she’d do
I’m listening, she’s whispering
Her girl wanna ride me too

Repeat 1

She’s moving up and down
And round and round tonight
Moving up and down
And around and around
She’s moving up and down
And round and round, let’s ride
Oh baby ain’t nothing like the real thing

[master p]
See us soldiers do it wild
I could make you smile
Make my nine go pow
Put on your boots let’s run some miles
Camouflage on them sheets
Make that head board squeak
Up and down ‘till you weak
Cuz us thug like a feak
Sixty eight will be my code
If you ‘bout it girl, let’s roll
I told you was no limit
Cuz tonight anything goes

[silkk]
Anything goes, let’s roll
Lemme help you take up off your clothes
Give me a preview before
And the rest after the show
Thug love mixed with cream
Hennessey, strawberries, and moet
Champagne, mo’ in the bath havin’ a hot tub
Drop a foot off a oriental rug
Can’t get enough
You on top of me
Me on top of you
Do what you want to this thug
Girl ain’t no stopping you

Repeat 1

Coming to breakfast
Go tomorrow
Yeah, i’m coming wit you
Me and silkk, fool

Told ya’ll there wasn’t no limit
Uhhhh