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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam'ron
Cam'ron
Vocals
Smokey Robinson
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cameron Giles
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
Frank Visosky
Frank Visosky
Songwriter
Richard Williams
Richard Williams
Songwriter
V. Babb
V. Babb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pop & Versatile
Pop & Versatile
Producer
Carlisle Young
Carlisle Young
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy She would drive the toys plus ride the boy To supply the boys, I got it live from croy Yes a 9 in boy wore a five in Boyce Over the chick shit I shoot five with Roy Now load the 4-5 shoot five a Roy Ain't like my job, all guys I employ Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest doy A hustler and Cam famous you damn anus I don't know but I can't change it Can't paint it pop it champagne it stop it car Drop it and look dog damn paint it She would throw a pout, how I'm showing out, how I'm out going But don't be going out, it's things to know about When you got dough and clout, ways to move, know the route Baby girls close your mouth 'Cause I feed you well every sneaker held you eat Louie Shit Gucci and breath channel Call log a fell acting like gargle mouth front of car cop The cell in the bar stop at hell Wrong with you? She said, "What's wrong with you?" Always got a song to do, can't get along that's true So I skipped marriage, bought her six carrots Rather die that nigga than to live average If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride? Yo, yo uh, looking back on school arts and crafts Fuck after staf beat up after class I was like Dr. Dre though I have to laugh Nigga with a attitude meet me after math Had a half and half now the drink two chicks That's a acid fast to half a tab You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh You after me huh, I'm after cash I'm on I-80 though with my baby Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy I got plans for you look in the sky baby Fuck saving me Mrs. Smith you the pie lady Fly lady G2 fly baby gee you why baby Please boo what's your size crazy Don't want it when I'm in a foreign Ulmin' drop top my charmin' is alarmin' I was alerting her just to reinsert in her That I will leave earth with her, I can't interpret her She got mad I leaned over, I'm mercin' her Said when I do dope wit' her The only time I flirt with her, not to be V.I but this is B.I Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's See why we can't finish together I'd rather do business the pleasure and that's real, killa If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride? Don't you wanna ride?
Writer(s): Richard Williams, Cam'ron Giles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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