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