Do U Wanna Ride

Lyrics

[Intro] "This is the operator with a collect call from: 'Emory Jones'To accept the charges, press 1 now" [Interlude: Jay-Z] Uh, woo! Emory, what up? Told you I ain't too good with writing letters and allShit, I don't even write rhymesBut what I will doI'ma send you this open scribe through the airwaves Vibe with me Yeah, nigga, I bet we was kids and had dreams of being hereI said "we" 'cause I'm here, you here! Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved, family Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't goWe in South Beach and the Hamptons, too, baby! [Chorus: John Legend] I know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goI know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goDo you wanna ride with me?Do you wanna ride with me? [Verse 1: Jay-Z] You know why they call the projects a project, because it's a project!An experiment, we're in it, only as objectsAnd the object for us to explore our prospectsAnd sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes! As kids we would daydream, sitting on our stepsPointing at cars like, "Yeah, that's our 6"Hustlers profits made our eyes stretch So on some Dr. Spock shit, we started our Trek Some of us made it, most of us digressedIn the name of those who ain't made it, my progressWe show success, please live through me See, I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him alive(This is a collect call) So every time I press fiveAll he wanna hear is his boy talk fly Up in the fed, and still holdin' his headSo when he hits the streets we gon' eat through this breadNow let's ride [Chorus: John Legend] I know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goI know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goDo you wanna ride with me?Do you wanna ride with me? [Jay-Z: over Chorus] I'm crushing all award showsMTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen, Purple LabelAll that fly shit we talked aboutGiving them Sinatra pinky rings with the blue diamonds and everythingHehehe, that's what we talked about right?Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me [Verse 2: Jay-Z] International Hov, I told you so40/40s out in TokyoSingapore, all this from singing songsComing up though we thought slinging rawWas the end-all-be-all of being rich, didn't we?Little did I know my mo' potent deliveryWould deliver me, kingpin of the ink penMonster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsorHeh, the Cola, yeahHova still getting it in with soda Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight Started from the crates now I'm sitting on a whole case Since they got you sitting on that old caseOur dreams is on hold like TiVoSo I can't wait till you get your dateI got some temp plates outside of the gateWe gon' ride [Chorus: John Legend] I know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goI know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goDo you wanna ride with me?Do you wanna ride with me? [Jay-Z: over Chorus] Uh-huh, uh-huhGeahDon't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttinIt only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe nowLook like the Batmobile, the Phantom the top just comes off that jointIt only gets better They can lock your body they can't trap your mindKeep your spirit alive read your booksMatter of fact, let me take you somewhere Vibe with me, c'mon [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Now me and my lil' mama, Quita and Ty-TyJuan and Dez out in Saint-TropezJay Brown and Kawanna, sneaking marijuanaYou 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 niggas on, my niggas put they niggas onNow we all somewhere foreign, chillin', sippin' somethin'I ain't forget you cousin, heh Yeah nigga y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to Y'all niggas come and c'mon, playin' money marathonMy young'n is LeBron, you know what that makes me, babyBig Homie! Hehe, Emory, what's up? [Chorus: John Legend] I know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goI know, I knowSome places we can go, some places we can goDo you wanna ride with me?Do you wanna ride with me? [Outro: Jay-Z] Wan' ride with us? You're more than welcomeWe ain't on no bullshit, uhhPut your feet up Big Ty, I see you, boy Guru, I don't usually do this butRoll me up something manLet me get mellow on this shit right hereUh-huh, yeahUh-huh, white paper though niggaCan't even fuck with those bluntsWhite paper baby, old school nigga gimme a jointSmooth it out, Young H.O.Emory JonesWord to my momma, we livin'!