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