Do U Wanna Ride (feat. John Legend)

This is the operator with a collect call from

Emory Jones

To accept the charges, press 1 now

Whoo, Emory, what up?

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'ma send you this open scribe through the airwaves

Vibe with me

(I know, I know, some places we can go, some places we can go)

Yeah, ****, I bet we was kids, we had dreams of bein' here

(I know, I know, some places we can go, some places we can go)

I said "we" 'cause I'm here, you here

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved, family

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't go

We in South Beach and the Hamptons, too, baby

You know why they call the project 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, sittin' on our steps

Pointin' at cars like, yeah, that's our sex

Hustlers's 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, but 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'm crushin' all awards shows

(I know, I know, some places we can go, some places we can go)

MTV, BET, the Grammy's, crushed linen, Purple Label

All that fly shit we talked about

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

Givin' 'em Sinatra pinky rings with the blue diamonds and everything

That's what we talked about, right?

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

Tried to told you, ride with me

International Hov, I told you so

40/40s out in Tokyo

Singapore, all this from singin' songs

Comin' up, though, we thought slingin' raw

Was the end-all-be-all of bein' 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, ha, the Cola, yeah

Hova still gettin' it in with soda

Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight

Started from the crates, now I'm sittin' on a whole case

Since they got you sittin' 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)

Don't even worry 'bout it, though, you ain't missin' nothin'

It only gets better, they got the Maybach coupe now

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

Look like the Batmobile, the Phantom, top just comes off that joint

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

It only gets better, they can lock your body, they can't trap your mind

Keep your spirit alive, read your books

Matter fact, let me take you somewhere, vibe with me, come on

Now me and my lil' mama, Quita and Ty-Ty

Juan and Dez out in Saint-Tropez

Jay Brown and Kawanna, sneakin' 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, you heard?

I put my **** on, my **** put they **** on

Now we all somewhere foreign, chillin', sippin' somethin'

I ain't forget you, cousin

(Oh, I know some places we can go)

Yeah, ****, y'all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to

Y'all **** come and come on, playin' money marathon

(Places we can go)

My youngin is LeBron, you know what that makes me, baby

(I know, I know)

Big Homie, haha, Emory, what's up?

(Some places we can go)

(Some places we can go)

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

You wanna ride with us, you're more than welcome

We ain't on no bullshit

(Do u wanna ride with me?)

We're so sucker free, though

Big Ty, I see you, too, boy

Guru, I don't usually do this, but

Roll me up somethin', man

Let me get mellow on this shit right here

Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh

White paper, though, ****

Can't even, can't fuck with those blunts

White paper, baby, old school ****, gimme a joint

Smooth it out, Young H.O.

Emory Jones

Word to my mama, we livin'