[Intro]
"This is the operator with a collect call from: 'Emory Jones'
To accept the charges, press 1 now"
[Interlude: Jay-Z]
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 open scribe through the airwaves
Vibe with me...
Yeah, nigga, I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein' here
I said "we" cause I'm here, you here!
Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved family
Cigarette boats, yachts, ain't nowhere we can't go
We in South Beach and the Hamptons, too, baby!
[Hook: John Legend]
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
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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, sittin on our steps
Pointin at cars like yeah that's our sex
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 everytime I press five
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
Hook
[Jay-Z - over Hook]
I'm crushin all award shows
MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen, Purple Label
All that fly shit we talked about
Givin' em Sinatra pinky rings with the blue diamonds and e'rything
Hehehe, that's what we talked about right?
Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me
[Jay-Z]
International Hov', I told you so
40/40's 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 mo' potent delivery
Would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor
Heh, 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 'til you get your date
I got some temp plates outside of the gate
We gon' ride
Hook
[Jay-Z - over Hook]
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Geah
Don't even worry about it though, you ain't missed nuttin
It only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now
Look like the Batmobile, the Phantom the top just comes off that joint
It only gets better
They caught your body they can't trap your mind
Keep your spirit alive read your books
Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere
Vibe with me, c'mon
[Jay-Z]
Now me and my lil' mama, Quita and Ty-Ty
Juan and Dez out in San 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, 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, hehe
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 Homey! Hehe, Emory what's up?
[Hook]
[Jay - over Hook]
Wan' ride with us? You're more than welcome
We ain't on no bullshit, uhh
Put your feet up
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!
