Do U Wanna Ride (Feat. John Legend)

This is the operator with a collect call from Emory Jones To accept the charges press one now Uhh woo Emory whattup Told you I ain't too good with writin letters and all Shit I don't even write rhymes But what I will do I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves Vibe with me I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go Yeah nigga I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein here I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go some places we can go Do you wanna riiiiiiide with me your spot is reserved family Do you wanna RIIIIIIIDE with me Cigarette boats yachts ain't nowhere we can't go We in South Beach and the Hamptons too baby You know why they call The Projects a project because it's a project An experiment where in it only it's objects And the object for us to explore our prospects And sidestep cops on the way to the top yes As kids we would daydream sittin on our steps Pointin at cars like yeah that's our sex Hustlers prophets made our eyes stretch Swanson got the spot shit we started our trek Some of us made it most of us digressed In the name of those who ain't made it my progress Show success please live through me See I'm the eyes for Emory keep him alive This is a collect call So everytime I press five All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly Up in the fed and still holdin his head So when he hits the streets he gon' eat through this bread Now let's ride I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go some places we can go I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go some places we can go Do you wanna riiiiiiide with me Do you wanna RIIIIIIIDE with me ride with me International Hov' I told you so Forty 40's out in Tokyo Singapore all this from singin songs Comin up though we thought slingin raw was the end all be all of bein rich didn't we Little did I know my mo' potent delivery would deliver me kingpin of the inkpen Monster of the double entendre Coke is still my sponsor Heh the Cola yeah Hova still gettin it in with soda Diet no sir I ain't lose no weight Started from the crates now I'm sittin on a whole case Since they got you sittin on that old case Our dreams is on hold like Tivo So I can't wait 'til you get your date I got some temp plates outside of the gate We gon' ride I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go some places we can go I knowwwww I knowwwwww Some places we can go some places we can go Do you wanna riiiiiiide with me Do you wanna RIIIIIIIDE with me Now me and my lil' mama Kita and Tata Juan and Dez out in San Tropez Jay round in Gabana sneakin marijuana You know that Mary J give you No More Drama Lost a couple friends this whole shit got weird But when you get home you know your spot's reserved ya heard I put my niggaz on my niggaz put they niggaz on Now we all somewhere fun chillin in the sun I ain't forget you cousin hehe Yeah nigga y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to Y'all niggaz come and c'mon playin money marathon My young'n is LeBron you know what that makes me baby Big Homey Hehe Emory what's up Wan' ride with us You're more than welcome We ain't on no bullshit uhh Put your feet up Big Tye I see you boy Guru I don't usually do this but Roll me up son man Let me get mellow on this shit right here Uhhuh yeah Uhhuh white paper though nigga Can't even fuck with those blunts White paper baby old school nigga gimme a joint Smooth it out Young H O Henry Jones Word to my momma we livin