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Fantastic Voyage

Coolio

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Vocals
Andrew Sanders
Andrew Sanders
Background Vocals
Kenneth Blue II
Kenneth Blue II
Background Vocals
Lakeside
Lakeside
Sampled Artist
Stan Jones
Stan Jones
Guitar
Tyrone Butterfield
Tyrone Butterfield
Background Vocals
Wesley Johnson
Wesley Johnson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Lewis
Fred Lewis
Songwriter
B. Dobbs
B. Dobbs
Songwriter
Norman Beavers
Norman Beavers
Songwriter
Mark A. Wood Jr.
Mark A. Wood Jr.
Songwriter
Otis Stokes
Otis Stokes
Songwriter
Tiemeyer McCain
Tiemeyer McCain
Songwriter
Thomas Shelby
Thomas Shelby
Songwriter
Artis Ivey Jr.
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
Marvin Craig
Marvin Craig
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

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 gat 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 crippin' 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 wanna 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 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide, slide, slippity slide With switches on the block in a '65 Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide, slide, who ride? No valley low enough or 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 searching and I keep on looking But niggas 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 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 peace of the apple pie Every game ain't the same 'cause 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 niggas can ride with me Hop-hop-hop your five quickly down the block Stay suckafree 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 something, you better start frontin' What ya 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 living in a 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 To-da whoo la front, to-da whoo la front To-da whoo la front To-da whoo la front, to-da whoo la front To-da whoo la front Come along and ride on a fantastic voyage Slide, slide, slippity, slide When you're living in a 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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