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