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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A. Ivey
A. Ivey
Rap
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

Lyrics

Come on y'all let's take a ride Don't you say shit just get inside It's time to take your ass on another kind of trip 'Cause you can't have the hop if you don't have the hip Grab your strap with the extra clip and Close your eyes and hit the switch We're going to a place where everybody kick it Kick it, kick it, yeah, that's the ticket Ain't no bloodin', ain't no cripin Ain't no punk-ass nigga's set trippin Everybody's got a stack and it ain't no crack And it really don't matter if you're white or black I want to take you there like the Staple Singers Put something in the tank and I know that I can bring ya If you can't take the heat get yo' ass out the kitchen We on a mission, so come on Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide I'm hittin' switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide Ain't no valley low enough or a 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 them jealous niggas I keep on searching and I keep on looking But fools are the same from Watts to Brooklyn I try to keep my faith in my people But sometimes my people be acting 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 thang 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'm hittin' switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide Ain't no valley low enough or a mountain high Life is a bitch and then you die Still tryin' to get a peace of the apple pie Every game ain't the same but the game still remains Don't it seem kinda strange, ain't a damn thing change If you don't work then you don't eat And only down-ass brothers can ride with me Hop-hop-hop the five quickly down the block Stay sucka-free and keep the busters off your jock You gotta have herrt son, if you want to 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 want to have something then you better start frontin What you gonna do when the 5 roll by You better be ready, so you can ride Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide I'm hittin' switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide Ain't no valley low enough or a mountain high Just roll along Just roll along Just roll along Just roll along To the hood of funk To the hood of funk To the hood of funk To the hood of funk To the hood of funk To the hood of funk Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide I'm hittin' switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide slide slippity-slide Ain't no valley low enough or a mountain high Just roll along Just roll along Just roll along Just roll along
Writer(s): David Bowie, Brian Peter George Eno Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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