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Artist/Band:
Montell Jordan
Lyrics for Song: Let's Ride
Lyrics for Album: Let's Ride [1998]
[Master P]
Uhhhhhh
You like that, huh?
Remember me?
Let's get roudy
Let's ride
Yeah, yeah
Yo, Montell when you walk
They be goin' to the lobby ya'll
Tell the bellman I need some more towels up here
When you see shorty?
The one that's sittin on them 20's?
Tell him in 504 she's still bobbin', you heard?
Let's get roudy
[Montell]
You know Montell's bout it bout it
Master P's bout it bout it
Stepped in the club
After my show
You know the spot
Where everybody's on the low low
That's when I saw her
She saw me
She told me she like Master P
And Montell occassionsly
So I laid back
Put a $50 in my mouth
Said I wanna see you shake it girl
Cuz that's what that bout it bout it
Bout all tha niggas in tha is in the club
Was jealous of me
Cuz I waited for it and I stayed for
And I'm damn near 'bout to pay for it
So
1 - Let's ride
All night
I don't doubt it
Your love is bout it bout it
And I'm so excited
Girl, I wanna ride it
Let's Ride
Tonight
Can't do without it
Your love is bout it bout it
And I want tonight, babe
Girl I wanna ride it
Now baby what's more than incredible
She did her thing
5'5" 146, wearin nothing but a g-string
Her chocolate lips and
Sexy thighs
Sittin' properly up on top of me
She's riding, ain't no stopping me now
She bounced back
Then rocked slow
Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video
There ain't no limit
To what she'd do
I'm listening, she's whispering
Her girl wanna ride me too
Repeat 1
She's moving up and down
And round and round tonight
Moving up and down
And around and around
She's moving up and down
And round and round, let's ride
Oh baby ain't nothing like the real thing
[Master P]
See us soldiers do it wild
I could make you smile
Make my nine go pow
Put on your boots let's run some miles
Camoflauge on them sheets
Make that head board squeak
Up and down 'till you reak
Cuz a thug like a freak
Sixty eight will be my code
If you bout it girl, let's roll
I told you was no limit
Cuz tonight anything goes
[SilKK]
Anything goes, let's roll
Lemme help you take up off your clothes
Give me a preview before
And the rest after the show
Thug love mixed with cream
Hennessey, strawberries, and Moet
Champagne, mo' in the bath havin' a hot tub
Wipe our feet off on a Oriental Rug
Can't get enough
You on top of me
Me on top of you
Do what you want to this thug
Girl ain't no stopping you
Repeat 1
Coming to breakfast
Go tomorrow
Yeah, I'm coming wit you
Me and Silkk, fool
Told ya'll there wasn't no limit
UHHHH
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