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 clan had to the ruckus cause we had the cream All you can eat over at Ryan's or some fish at And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and Cause soul ain't the motherfuckin' thang to waste So get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fire Will slide to East Point and make our way to Black Lookin' Outkast on the spot smokin' blunts and Hit the store got up, got out and got something That eightball, so I can do space age pimpin' My blood stay young off Colt and chicken Camels and Rolls with 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 like some niggas on house arrest Cause we
[Chorus: on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide Ridin' on that midnight train to Georgia,
2] It's just one of days when I can kick it like this and like that It's a free day, my folks got rowdy way I right off of or Ralph David Abernathy I shall and continue to keep my roots nappy afros in all seasons, they keep me warm Some livin' that thug so how long will they mourn I still ride, why I bounce 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 you cruise 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 told ya ass a times I got em' all in check when it to bustin' rhymes Don't sweat the technique cause I just the crowd My deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride
3] See I felt my bones as I crossed the road I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my On my way to D-E-C, baby you see That Decatur is to B-I-G for thee Lost ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Beamers Yo cars get scooped just like carpet cleaners It's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it They played Kurupt so I gave all my dogs a pound Now my was crucial off some hay I smoked I should be gettin' it cause life is too got short And now my mind's playin' tricks and my boys actin' Back to the C-P, I put the pedal to the God bless the child just got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash at home I'm a boy to a man, I've reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off 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 then We leave a trace but never a trail Say it all the pimps and the playas just dwell We get the cash and the ass bail We a trace but never leave a trail
[Chimere to fade)