Letras
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!