Ooh, hey Do you how to leave, ride...ride
1] Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the of Old Nash 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 fish at Gaseen's And I had to fix a bag and make decisions and haste Cause soul ain't the motherfuckin' thang to waste So let's get up on the set cause I got five on the fire Will slide to East and make our way to Black Rirer Lookin' like on the spot smokin' blunts and Hit the liquor got up, got out and got something That eightball, so I can do space age pimpin' My stay young off 45's Colt and chicken Camels and Rolls filled d's and Vogues And playas mackin' hoes, in dyke clothes Comin' up slammin' Caddy In Southwest, take it to yo chest And we got it locked like some niggas on arrest Cause we
Chimere] Ridin' on that train to Georgia, riiide on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide
2] It's just one of those days I can kick it like this and like that It's a free day, my folks got way back I right off of Cascade or Ralph David I shall and continue to keep my roots nappy Cause afros in all seasons, they keep me Some livin' that thug life so how long will mourn I still ride, that's why I my way to bank-bed I'm so bad that I'll knock you out, that's what my mama Sippin' on brandy, days with my best friends Today you see and then you cruise through the end should've said it was Six Flags Over Georgia Then underground, my Tuesdays would be when I got older If I you one, I told ya ass a thousand times I got em' all in check when it comes to bustin' Don't sweat the technique I just move the crowd My deep of alcoholics, people label 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, baby you see That is totally to B-I-G for thee Lost Boyz ridin' around in Jeeps, Lex Luth's, and Yo cars get just like Regina carpet cleaners It's Stone Mountain Cats puttin' it They played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a Now my conflict was crucial off hay I smoked I should be gettin' it life is too got damn short And now my mind's tricks and my boys actin' ghetto to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal God bless the that's just got his own Since I was a juvenile makin' cash money at I'm from a boy to a man, I've the end of my road It's Ludacris signin' off till the next episode, ride
4] Cause the A-T-L Where all the and the playas just dwell We get the and the ass then bail We a trace but never leave a trail Say it Where all the pimps and the playas just We get the and the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a
[Chimere to fade)