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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Performer
Gordon Skene
Gordon Skene
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Ivey
A. Ivey
Composer
Alexander Jnr
Alexander Jnr
Composer
B. Dobbs
B. Dobbs
Songwriter
Otis Stokes
Otis Stokes
Songwriter
Fred Lewis
Fred Lewis
Songwriter
Norman Beavers
Norman Beavers
Songwriter
Stephen Shockley
Stephen Shockley
Songwriter
Thomas Shelby
Thomas Shelby
Songwriter
Tiemeyer McCain
Tiemeyer McCain
Songwriter
Artis Ivey Jr.
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
Fred Alexander Jr.
Fred Alexander Jr.
Songwriter
Mark A. Wood Jr.
Mark A. Wood Jr.
Songwriter
Marvin Craig
Marvin Craig
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dobbs The Wino
Dobbs The Wino
Producer
J. Gardner
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 nigga 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 niggas I keep on searchin', and I keep on lookin' But niggas 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 niggas 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)
Writer(s): Artis L Jr Ivey, Stephen Shockley, Frederick E. Lewis, Otis Stokes, Norman Beavers, Mark Adam Jr. Wood, Marvin Craig, Fred Alexander, Thomas Oliver Shelby, Tiemeyer Mccain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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