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Verse 1: It started off in Shanny Park On the street of old Nash And it feels so good to escape and just kick it at last My clan had to bring the ruckus cause we had the cream Or you could eat over at Ryan's or some fish and got seen And I had to fix a goodie bag and make decisions and heist Cause Soulfood ain't the mutherfucking thing to waste So lets get looney on the set cause I got five on the fire Will slide through Eastpoint and make our way to blackrighya Looking like Outkast on the spot smoking blunts Hit the liquor store Got up got out and got something The 8 ball so I could do some space age pimpin My blood stay young off of 45 colts and chicken Camalton Road filled wit D's and vogues and Players making them hoes in tight clothes Coming up slamming caddy doors IS south worst will take it to your chest We got it locked like some niggas on house arrest Because we riding Chorus: Riding on that midnight train to Georgia Riding SongtexteVerse 2: It's just one of those day when I can kick it like this and like that It's a free world my folks got Rowdy Where you at I'm right off cascade or Ralph David Avenue And I shall proceed or continue to keep my roots nappy Cause afro and all ceasers they keep me warm Some living a thug life so how long were they born I still rhyme that's why I bounce my way to bankbread I so bad that I'll knock you out That's what my mamma said Sippin on brandy sunny days wit my best friend Hit her you seein then cruise to the Westend They should have said that it was Six Flags Over Georgia then underground if my crew Stays we'll be fat when I'm older If I told you once I told you ass a Thousand times that I got em all in Check when it comes to bustin rhymes Don't sweat the technique as I just move the crowd My Mob Deep of alcoholics people label us Loud because we riding (Chorus) Verse 3: See I felt my bones jump As I crossed the road I heard the squad was quite def so I flipped my mode On my way to DEC baby can't you see That the cader is too BIG for the Lost boys riding around in Lexus coups Jeeps and Beakers Yo cars get scooped just like Regina Carpet Cleaners In stone mountain cats putting it down Daz n Kurupt so I just gave all my dogs a pound Now my conflict was crucial off some hey smoke I should be getting it cause life is too god damn short And now my mind play tricks And all my boys acting ghetto Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal God bless the child that's just got it's own Since I was a juvenile I'm making cash money at home Now from a boy to a man I reached the end of my road It's Ludacris signing off till the next episode. (Chorus) Cause it's the ATL Where all the pimps and the playas just dwell We got the cash find the ass then bail We leave a trace but never leave a trail. Aus Songtexte Mania