Do U Wanna Ride

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!