Ooh, hey Do you how to leave, ride...ride
1] Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old And it feels so good to and just kick it and laugh My had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream All you can eat over at Ryan's or some at Gaseen's And I had to fix a good bag and make and haste soul food ain't the motherfuckin' thang to waste So get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fire Will slide to Point and make our way to Black Rirer Lookin' like Outkast on the spot blunts and Hit the liquor store got up, got out and got That eightball, so I can do some space age My blood stay young off 45's and chicken Camels and Rolls filled d's and Vogues And playas mackin' them hoes, in clothes Comin' up Caddy doors In Southwest, we'll take it to yo And we got it locked like some niggas on arrest Cause we
Chimere] Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia, on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide
2] It's one of those days when I can kick it like this and like that It's a free day, my folks got way back I off of Cascade or Ralph David Abernathy I shall proceed and continue to my roots nappy Cause afros in all seasons, they keep me Some livin' thug life so how long will they mourn I still ride, that's why I my way to bank-bed I'm so bad that knock you out, that's what my mama said on brandy, sunny days with my best friends Today you see and then you through the West end They should've said it was Six Over Georgia Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed I got older If I told you one, I ya ass a thousand times I got em' all in check when it comes to rhymes Don't sweat the technique I just move the crowd My mob's of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride
3] See I my bones jump as I crossed the road I heard the squad was up so I flipped my mode On my way to D-E-C, can't you see That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for Lost ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers Yo cars get just like Regina carpet cleaners It's Stone Mountain puttin' it down They Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound Now my conflict was crucial off hay I smoked I be gettin' it cause life is too got damn short And now my mind's playin' and my boys actin' ghetto to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal God the child that's just got his own Since I was a makin' cash money at home I'm from a boy to a man, reached the end of my road Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, let's ride
4] Cause the A-T-L Where all the pimps and the just dwell We get the and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never a trail Say it Where all the and the playas just dwell We get the and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never a trail
[Chimere to fade)