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conversations.value: Write me a song called Do U Wanna Ride with the following description: “Do U Wanna Ride” is dedicated to Jay-Z’s close friend Emory “Vegas” Jones. Jay wrote the song while Emory was away in prison to express his thoughts and feelings on his situation; and offer up all of the things that were waiting for him on the outside. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [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 writing 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 being 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!
  [Chorus: 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, 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 [Chorus: 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?
  [Jay-Z: over Chorus]
  I'm crushing all award shows
  MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen, Purple Label
  All that fly shit we talked about
  Giving them Sinatra pinky rings with the blue diamonds and everything
  Hehehe, that's what we talked about right?
  Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me
  [Verse 2: Jay-Z]
  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 [Chorus: 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?
  [Jay-Z: over Chorus]
  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 can lock 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
  [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
  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? [Chorus: 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?
  [Outro: Jay-Z]
  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 something 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'!