Lyrics Midnight Train - Ludacris feat. Chimere
Ooh,
hey
yeah
Do
you
know
how
to
leave,
ride...
ride
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'
Ridin′
on
that
midnight
train
to
Georgia,
riiide
Ridin′
on
that
midnight
train
to
Georgia,
riiide
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
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
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
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1 What's Your Fantasy
2 Tickets Sold Out
3 It Wasn't Us
4 Catch Up
5 1st & 10
6 Intro
7 Game Got Switched
8 Come On Over
9 Hood Stuck
10 Mouthing Off
11 Midnight Train
12 Ho (Skit)
13 Ho
14 Rock and a Hard Place
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