Richie Cunning - Trainjumpin' lyrics

Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Son of the City, one time, I came to rock
Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Run with me while I find a train to hop

Ayo, poppin' in the deck and crank the box
To my 'Frisco set, I ain't forgot
This be that turnstile-jumpin' funk
Raw danger hop
Take yo ass home and change the locks
It ain't safe we comin' to claim the block
Hold the heat on the beat
But it ain't the cops
It be the crackerjack crook
Live from the land
Where a backward-ass look get
You shanked and shot, punk
From the tunnels of the slums below
Where there ain't nobody waitin' for
The sun to show
Better run when the thunder comes
We beatin' drums in the jungle boy
You're too young to know it don't stop
(stop) playin' and catch the vibe
Son of a preacher but I don't testify (word?)
Hell no, which dummy is next to try
Rich Cunning's third rail flow, electrify
The downtown express, approaching fast
Rolling over cigarette butts and broken glass
Eyes open, pop the hood on your coat
Put your money in your Timberlands
And hope it lasts, now let's roll
Sit in the back, we ain't frontin'
Breaks and get your veins pumpin'
Late night special to bust your blood vessels
Son of the City, it's trainjumpin'

What's wrong with you, man
Pick up your damn feet
You slow as a motherfucking with
A bagel or some shit

Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Son of the City, one time, I came to rock
Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Run with me while I find a train to hop

Yo, nobody rides the train for free
But, I never paid a dime
I waited til the very last minute
To smash and dash in it
Call it a sucker-free state of mind
It's 'Frisco! Night train riders
Lost souls, and metropolitan outsiders
We ain't jokin', drinkin', chainsmokin'
Sold our souls for a pocket
Full of train tokens
Welcome aboard the mass transit
Cars full of window scars and craft canvas
Don't go thinking your ride can't change
In the blink of an eye
Dealin' with train track bandit's
Low-pro, stay to yourself
Keep your eyes on the floor
Don't play with your health
Baby, you better believe that
The deal is real ain't no records on these
Here wheels of steel
The story of the train is a thing to tell
Eyes looking for a watch or a ring to sell
The tracks run hot direct to next stop
If you can't ride with us, sucker
Ring the bell and get gone
Sit in the back, we ain't frontin'
The City is back, so say somethin'
Cold titanium, we subterranean
Son of the City, it's trainjumpin'

Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Son of the City, one time, I came to rock
Yo, from the East to the West
To the South to the North
Go off! Rich C, go off! Go off!
Yes yes y'all, you don't stop
Run with me while I find a train to hop