Midnight Train

<br>[Chimere]<br>Ooh, hey yeah<br>Do you know how to leave, ride...ride<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Ya see, it started off in St. Paul from the street of Old Nash<br>And it feels so good to escape and just kick it and laugh<br>My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream<br>All you can eat over at Ryan`s or some fish at Gaseen`s<br>And I had to fix a good bag and make decisions and haste<br>Cause soul food ain`t the motherfuckin` thang to waste<br>So let`s get looney up on the set cause I got five on the fire<br>Will slide to East Point and make our way to Black Rirer<br>Lookin` like Outkast on the spot smokin` blunts and<br>Hit the liquor store got up, got out and got something<br>That eightball, so I can do some space age pimpin`<br>My blood stay young off 45`s Colt and chicken<br>Camels and Rolls filled with d`s and Vogues<br>And playas mackin` them hoes, in dyke clothes<br>Comin` up slammin` Caddy doors<br>In Southwest, we`ll take it to yo chest<br>And we got it locked like some niggas on house arrest<br>Cause we ridin`<br><br>[Chorus: Chimere]<br>Ridin` on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide<br>Ridin` on that midnight train to Georgia, riiide<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>It`s just one of those days when I can kick it like this and like that<br>It`s a free day, my folks got rowdy way back<br>I right off of Cascade or Ralph David Abernathy<br>I shall proceed and continue to keep my roots nappy<br>Cause afros in all seasons, they keep me warm<br>Some livin` that thug life so how long will they mourn<br>I still ride, that`s why I bounce my way to bank-bed<br>I`m so bad that I`ll knock you out, that`s what my mama said<br>Sippin` on brandy, sunny days with my best friends<br>Today you see and then you cruise through the West end<br>They should`ve said it was Six Flags Over Georgia<br>Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed when I got older<br>If I told you one, I told ya ass a thousand times<br>I got em` all in check when it comes to bustin` rhymes<br>Don`t sweat the technique cause I just move the crowd<br>My mob`s deep of alcoholics, people label us loud because we ride<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>See I felt my bones jump as I crossed the road<br>I heard the squad was wiped up so I flipped my mode<br>On my way to D-E-C, baby can`t you see<br>That Decatur is totally to B-I-G for thee<br>Lost Boyz ridin` around in Jeeps, Lex Luth`s, and Beamers<br>Yo cars get scooped just like Regina carpet cleaners<br>It`s Stone Mountain Cats puttin` it down<br>They played Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound<br>Now my conflict was crucial off some hay I smoked<br>I should be gettin` it cause life is too got damn short<br>And now my mind`s playin` tricks and my boys actin` ghetto<br>Back to the C-P, I put the pedal to the metal<br>God bless the child that`s just got his own<br>Since I was a juvenile makin` cash money at home<br>I`m from a boy to a man, I`ve reached the end of my road<br>It`s Ludacris signin` off till the next episode, let`s ride<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 4]<br>Cause it`s the A-T-L<br>Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell<br>We get the cash and the ass then bail<br>We leave a trace but never leave a trail<br>Say it again<br>Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell<br>We get the cash and the ass then bail<br>We leave a trace but never leave a trail<br><br>[Chimere ad-libs to fade)