Do U Wanna Ride (feat. John Legend)

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'mma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves Vibe with me 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 profits 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 hits 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 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 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? Some places we can go Do you wanna ride with me Do you wanna ride with me Big Ty, I see you, boy Guru, I don't usually do this but Roll me up somethin 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 Emory Jones Word to my momma we livin!