[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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [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
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [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
  
  [Chimere ad-libs to fade]