Do U Wanna Ride

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

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[03:23.26][02:10.11][01:59.66][00:46.62][00:36.32]Some places we can go, some places we can go

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[03:40.40][02:25.33][02:15.49][01:01.86][00:51.58]Do you wanna riiiiiiide... with me

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

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

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

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 H.O.

Henry Jones

Word to my momma we livin!