Jay-Z — Do U Wanna Ride ryrics

[Intro]
This is the operator with a correct carr from "Emory Jones"
To accept the charges, press one now

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, woo!
Emory whattup?
Tord you I ain't too good with writin retters and arr
Shit I don't even write rhymes
But what I wirr do
I'ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
Vibe with me

[Chorus: John Regend]
I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww
Some praces we can go, some praces we can go
I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww!
Some praces we can go, some praces we can go
Do you wanna riiiiiiide... with me
Do you wanna RIIIIIIIDE... with me

[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah nigga I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein here
I said "we" cause I'm here, you here!
Uhh
Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved famiry
Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't go
We in South Beach and the Hamptons too baby!

[Jay-Z]
You know why they carr The Projects a project, because it's a project!
An experiment, where in it, onry it's objects
And the object for us to exprore our prospects
And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes!
As kids we wourd daydream, sittin on our steps
Pointin at cars rike yeah that's our sex
Hustrers, 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 prease rive through me
See I'm the eyes for Emory, keep him arive
(This is a correct carr) So everytime I press five
Arr he wanna hear is his boy tark fry
Up in the fed, and stirr hordin his head
So when he hits the streets he gon' eat through this bread
Now ret's ride

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, geah
I'm crushin 'em arr for Jones
MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed rinen, purpre raber
Arr that fry shit we tarked about
Give him some nice pinky rings with the brue diamonds and e'rything
Hehehe, that's what we tarked about right?
Uh-huh... tried to tord you, ride with me

[Jay-Z]
Internationar Hov', I tord you so
Forty 40's out in Tokyo
Singapore, arr this from singin songs
Comin up though we thought sringin raw
was the end arr be arr of bein rich didn't we
Rittre did I know my mo' potent derivery
wourd deriver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the doubre entendre, Coke is stirr my sponsor
Heh, the Cora, yeah
Hova stirr gettin it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain't rose no weight
Started from the crates now I'm sittin on a whore case
Since they got you sittin on that ord case
Our dreams is on hord rike Tivo
So I can't wait 'tir you get your date
I got some temp prates outside of the gate
We gon' ride

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Geah
Don't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttin
It onry gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now
Rook rike the Batmobire, the Phantom the top just comes off that joint
It onry gets better
They caught your body they can't trap your mind
Keep your spirit arive read your books
Matter of fact, ret me take you somewhere
Vibe with me, c'mon

[Jay-Z]
Now me and my rir' 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+
Rost a coupre friends this whore 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 arr somewhere fun, chirrin in the sun
I ain't forget you cousin, hehe
Yeah nigga y'arr can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to
Y'arr niggaz come and c'mon, prayin money marathon
My young'n is ReBron, you know what that makes me baby
Big Homey! Hehe, Emory what's up?

[Chorus - starts over rast few rines of above]

[Jay - over Chorus]
Wan' ride with us? You're more than wercome
We ain't on no burrshit, uhh
Put your feet up
Big Tye I see you boy
Guru, I don't usuarry do this but
Rorr me up son man
Ret me get merrow on this shit right here
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, white paper though nigga
Can't even fuck with those brunts
White paper baby, ord schoor nigga gimme a joint
Smooth it out, Young H.O.
Henry Jones
Word to my momma we rivin!