JAY-Z ft. John Legend - Do U Wanna Ride Lyrics

"This is the operator with a collect call from, Emery Jones
To accept the charges press one, now"

Emery what up
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'm going to sing you this open scribe through the airwaves
Vibe with me

I know
I know
Some places we can go (yeah nigga I been places you got dreams of being here)
Some places we can go
I know (I said we cause I'm here, you here)
I know (yeah)
Some places we can go
Some places we can go
Do you wanna ride? (Yeah, ride with me)
With me (your spot is reserved family)
Do you wanna ride? (Cigarette boats, yachts)
With me (ain't no where we can't go)
(We in south beach and the Hampton's too baby)

You know why they call a project a project, because its a project
An experiment, we're in it, only as objects
And the object for us to explore our prospects
Side-step cops on the way to the top (yes)
As kids we would day dream sitting on our steps
Pointing at cars like yea that's our sex
Hustler's prophets 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 laid in my progress
Show success please live through me
See I'm the eyes for Emery
Keep him alive
(This is a collect call from)
So every time I press five all he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
Up in the fast but still holding his head
So when he hits the streets we goin' eat through this bread
Now let's ride

I know
I know
Some places we can go (I'm crushing 'em all award shows)
Some places we can go
I know (MTV, BET, Grammys)
I know (crush linen, purple label)
Some places we can go, (all that fly shit we talked about)
Some places we can go (given em Sinatra pinky rings with blue diamonds and everything)
Do you wanna ride?
With me (that's what we talking bout right)
Do you wanna ride?
With me (I tried to told you)

Ride with me
International Hov I told you so
Forty forties out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singing songs
Coming up though, we thought slinging raw
Was the end all, be all to being rich didn't we
Little did I know my more potent delivery
Would deliver me
Kingpin of the ink pen
Monster of the double entendre
Coke is still my sponsor
A-cola
Yeah
Hova still getting it in with soda
Diet, no sir I ain't lose no way
Started from the crates now sitting on the whole case
Since they got you sitting on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like T-VO
So I can't wait til you get your date
I got some tint plates outside of the gate
We goin' ride

I know
I know
Some places we can go
Some places we can go
I know (don't even worry about it though you ain't missing nothing)
I know (it only gets better)
Some places we can go (they got the Maybach coupe now)
Some places we can go (look like the bat mobile)
Do you wanna ride? (Phantom top just comes off that joint)
With me (it only gets better)
Do you wanna ride? (they can lock your body, they can't trap your mind)
(Keep your spirit alive read your books)
With me (matter of fact let me take you some where, ride with me)

C'mon

Now me and my little Moma, Kita and Tata
Juan and Dez out in Saint Tropez
Jay, round in Cabana
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 spots reserved
You hear
I put my niggas on
My niggas put they niggas on
Now we all somewhere foreign
Chilling sipping something
I ain't forget you cousin

(Yeah nigga y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to)
Some places we can go (y'all niggas coming c'mon playing money marathon)
Some places we can go (my youngin' is Lebron)
I know (you know what that makes me baby?)
I know (big homie)
Some places we can go (Emery what's up, yeah)
Some paces we can go
Do you wanna ride (you wanna ride with us your more than welcome)
With me (we ain't on no bullshit)
Oh
Do you wanna ride (we're so sucker free tho)
Oh (Big tie I see you too boy)
With me (Guru I don't usually do this but, roll me up something man)
(Let me get mellow on this shit right here)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(White paper tho can't even fuck with those blunts)
(White paper baby)
(Old school nigga)
(Gimme a joint)
(Smooth it out young H-O)
(Emery Jones)
Word to my mama, we livin'