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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Performer
Gordon Skene
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Alexander Jr.
Songwriter
A. Ivey
Composer
B. Dobbs
Songwriter
Otis Stokes
Songwriter
Fred Lewis
Songwriter
Norman Beavers
Songwriter
Stephen Shockley
Songwriter
Thomas Shelby
Songwriter
Tiemeyer McCain
Songwriter
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
Mark A. Wood Jr.
Songwriter
Marvin Craig
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobbs The Wino
Producer
J. Gardner
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
A'ight (uh, yeah, oh, yeah, that's right)
Peace! (Ay)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, that's the ticket)
Come on, y'all, let's take a ride
Don't you say shit, just get inside
It's time to take yo' ass on another kind of trip
'Cause you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip
Grab your gat with the extra clip
And close your eyes and hit the switch
We're goin' to a place where everybody kick it
(Kick it) kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Ain't no bloodin', ain't no crippin'
Ain't no punk-ass **** set trippin'
Everybody got a stack, and it ain't no crack
And it really don't matter if you're white or black
I wanna take you there like The Staple Singers
Put somethin' in the tank, and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, slippity-slide)
(Hittin' switches on the block in a 65)
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, who ride?)
(Ain't no valley low enough for mountain high)
I'm tryin' to find a place where I can live my life
And maybe eat some steak with my beans and rice
A place where my kids can play outside
Without livin' in fear of a drive-by
And even if I get away from them drive-by killers
I still got to worry about those snitch-ass ****
I keep on searchin', and I keep on lookin'
But **** are the same from Watts to Brooklyn
I try to keep my faith in my people
But sometime my people be actin' like they evil
You don't understand about runnin' with a gang
'Cause you don't gang-bang
And you don't have to stand on the corner and slang
'Cause you got your own thing
You can't help me if you can't help yourself
You better make a left
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, slippity-slide)
(I do what I do just to survive)
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, who ride?)
(That's why I pack my .45)
Life is a bitch, and then you die
Still tryin' to get a piece of that apple pie
Every game ain't the same, 'cause the game still remains
Don't it seem kinda strange ain't a damn thing changed?
If you don't work, then you don't eat
And only down-ass **** can ride with me
Hop, hop, hop the five quickly down the block
Stay sucker-free and keep the busters off your jock
You gotta have heart, son, if you wanna go
Watch this sweet chariot swing low
Ain't nobody cryin', ain't nobody dyin'
Ain't nobody worried, everybody's tryin'
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
If you wanna have somethin', you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by?
You better be ready, so you can ride
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, slippity-slide)
(When you're livin' in the city, it's do or die)
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, who ride?)
(You better be ready when the five roll by)
Just roll along (that's what you do)
Just roll along (that's right)
Just roll along (that's what you do)
Just roll along (that's right)
Do the hoo-doo funk
Do the hoo-doo funk
Do the hoo-doo funk
Do the hoo-doo funk
Do the hoo-doo funk
Do the hoo-doo funk
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, slippity-slide)
(When you're livin' in the city, it's do or die)
Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage
(Slide, slide, who ride?)
(You better be ready when the five roll by)
Written by: Brian Dobbs, Coolio, Fred Alexander, Fred Alexander Jr., Fred Lewis, Mark A. Wood Jr., Marvin Craig, Norman Beavers, Otis Stokes, Stephen Shockley, Thomas Shelby, Tiemeyer McCain