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Nelly & City Spud - Ride Wit Me (MTV Version) [Explicit] [Remastered In 4K] (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nelly
Nelly
Vocals
City Spud
City Spud
Vocals
DeBarge
DeBarge
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Epperson
Jason Epperson
Songwriter
Etterlene Jordan
Etterlene Jordan
Songwriter
Eldra DeBarge
Eldra DeBarge
Songwriter
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Cornell Haynes, Jr.
Songwriter
Lavell Webb
Lavell Webb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Jason "Jay E" Epperson
Producer
Jason Standard
Jason Standard
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kenny Dykstra
Kenny Dykstra
Assistant Engineer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Steve Eigner
Steve Eigner
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Yeah, right) Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Come on, now If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) In the club on the late night, feeling right Looking, trying to spot something real nice Looking for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) with an attitude or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude But as long as you a thicy-thicy-thic girl, you know that it's on (you know that it's on) I peep something coming towards me on the dance floor, sexy and real slow Saying she was peeping and I dig the last video "So when Nelly, can we go?" How could I tell her no? Her measurements was 36-25-34, yelling "I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you, boo, from way over there" If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) Face and body Frontenac, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringing nothing back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic When the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that four dot six Range Watch the candy paint change, every time I switch lanes It feel strange now, making a living off my brain Instead of 'caine now, I got the title from my momma Put the whip in my own name now, damn shit done changed now Running credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit, I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm getting pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B Telling me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Paying cash, first class, sitting next to Vanna White, c'mon If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) Check, check, yo I know something you don't know And I've got something to tell ya You won't believe how many people straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers asking me for dough And I'm yelling, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's wit you?) You for real? Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggas want to know why (what?), Why I fly by But yo, it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should, fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggas, wishing you was niggas Popping like we drug dealers, sipping Chrissy, bubb' macking Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, telling me to leave with you and your friends So if shorty wanna, knock, we knocking to this And if shorty wanna, rock, we rocking to this And if shorty wanna, pop, we popping the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist', niggas staring, know they diss Honies looking all they wish, come on boo, gimme kiss, c'mon If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money) Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Hey, must be the money Must be the money If you wanna go and take a ride with me We three-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money) If you wanna go and get high with me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E Oh, why must I feel this way?
Writer(s): Cornell Haynes, William Randall De Barge, Jason Epperson, Etterlene Jordan, Eldra P. De Barge, Lavell Eugene Webb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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