🎵 Let’s Ride // by Q-Tip

38 Contributors Let’s Ride Lyrics “Let’s Ride” was the third single from Amplified, a very literal tribute to Q-Tip’s truck (and some of the enjoyable things he’d like to do inside of it). The single was double A-sided with the track… Read More  [Produced by J Dilla] [Intro] To all the lowriders, the big riders Word up What happened in the car, yo? F'real, let a nigga— [Verse 1] Brand new truck, butter soft seats Four-point-something with a low ridin' something Ain't nothing better than to ride out the hood with it Who looking better, and damn, you looking good in it Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride Listen to the CDs I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin and Biggie And when the evening is over, love Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover, love Do things to make the man in the moon blush My mind race, but I tell my waist don't rush You's a upper echelon piece So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh, I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means, my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride around with you, 'cause you my special friend, uh [Chorus] Me and you, I think we should ride Come on, come on, come on, come on Don't worry, just come get inside Come on, come on, come on, come on [Verse 2] The second part, my ride is like art We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it The backseat is the canvas we painting on Abstract the word we creating on The TV's in the back and the dash too Got miss napkins and bamboo Don't worry, the tint's passed the legal one OutKast banging loud in my eardrum The way the wheels spin cutting through the still wind Outsiders looking in with the ill grin Fuel injected, brand new inspected Emissions got tested, details perfected Got the Armor All touch, empty out the Dutch No tobacco spilling on my rug, klutz Kick off your shoes, show off your pedicure Shake off the blues, we all for getting more More of that thing Stuff that brings ecstasy making you cling A little harder than your average hug or grab Lady, tell me this is better than taking a cab And when you bounce, tell all your girls You rode around hot-wheeling, drinking, no earl Vacationing, V up my V8 Just one night we drive and we escape [Chorus] Me and you, I think we should ride Come on, come on, come on, come on Don't worry, just come get inside Come on, come on, come on, come on Me and you, I think we should ride Come on, come on, come on, come on Don't worry, just come get inside Come on, come on, come on, come on