JAY-Z, John Legend - Do U Wanna Ride lyrics

"This is the operator with a
Collect call from: 'Emory Jones'
To accept the charges, press 1 now"

Emory, whattup? Told you I ain't too good
With writing letters and all
Shit, I don't even write rhymes
But what I will do i'mma send you this open
Scribe through the airwaves vibe with me
Yeah, nigga, i bet we was kids and
Had dreams of being here
I 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 go
We in South Beach and the Hamptons, too
Baby!

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know


Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna ride with me?

You know why they call the projects a project
Because it's a project!
An experiment, we're in it, only as 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
Sitting on our steps
Pointing at cars like yeah that's our 6
Hustlers profit's made our eyes stretch
So on some Dr spock 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
We 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 5
All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fed, and still holdin' his head
So when he hit's the streets he
Gon' eat through this bread now let's ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna ride with me?

I'm crushing all award shows
MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen
Purple Label
All that fly shit we talked about
Giving them Sinatra pinky rings with
The blue diamonds and everything
Hehehe, that's what we talked about right?
Uh huh tried to told you, ride with me

International Hov, I told you so 40
40s out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singing songs
Coming up though we thought slinging raw
Was the end-all-be-all of being rich
Didn't we?
Little did I know my mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the ink pen
Monster of the double entendre
Coke is still my sponsor heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova 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 case
Our dreams is on hold like TiVo
So I can't wait till you get your date
I got some temp plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna ride with me?

Uh huh, uh huh geah
Don't even worry about it though
You ain't missed nuttin it only gets better
They got the Maybach Coupe now
Look like the Batmobile
The Phantom the top just comes off that joint
It only gets better
They can lock your body they
Can't trap your mind
Keep your spirit alive read your books
Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere
Vibe with me, c'mon

Now me and my lil' mama, Quita and Ty Ty
Juan and Dez out in Saint Tropez
Jay Brown and Kawanna, sneaking 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 niggas on
My niggas put they niggas on
Now 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 marathon
My young'n is LeBron, you know
What that makes me, baby
Big Homie! Hehe, Emory, what's up?

I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
I know, I know
Some places we can go, some places we can go
Do you wanna ride with me?
Do you wanna ride with me?

Wan' ride with us? You're more than welcome
We ain't on no bullshit, uhh
Put your feet up big Ty, I see you, boy
Guru, I don't usually do this but
Roll me up something man
Let me get mellow on this shit right here
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, white paper though nigga
Can't even fuck with those blunts
White paper baby
Old school nigga gimme a joint
Smooth it out, Young HO emory Jones
Word to my momma, we livin'!