Montell Jordan Lyrics
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Artist: Montell Jordan
Song: Let's Ride ft. Master P and Silkk
Album: Let's Ride

[Master P]
Uhhhhhh
You like that, huh?
Remember me?
Let's get rowdy
Let's ride
Yeah, yeah
Yo, Montell when you walk
They be goin' to the lobby y'all
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 rowdy

[Montell]
You know Montell's body body
Master P's body body

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 occasionally
So I laid back
Put a $50 in my mouth
Said I wanna see you shake it girl
'Cause that's what that body, body's about
Woman is in the club
Was jealous of me
'Cause I waited for it and I stayed for
And I'm damn near 'bout to pay for it
So

**Let's ride
All night
I don't doubt it
Your love is body body
And I'm so excited
Girl, I wanna ride it
Let's Ride
Tonight
Can't do without it
Your love is body body
And I want tonight, babe
Girl I wanna ride it**

Now baby what's more than incredible
She did her thing
5'5" 146, swinging 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

**Chorus**

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

[Silkk]
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
Camera flies on them sheek
Make that head bowler squeak
Up and down 'till you weak
'Cause a thug like a feak
Sixty eight will be my goal
If you buy that girl, let's roll
I told you was no limit
'Cause tonight anything goes

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
Drop a foot off 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

**Chorus**

Coming to breakfast
Go tomorrow
Yeah, I'm coming wit you
Me and Silkk, fool

Told y'all there wasn't no limit
UHHHH