Yeah, yeah we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side We doin this for all the kings on the south side Yo, and it's on A-T-L and it's on A-T-L, A-T-L it't on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, it's on
As I look at you road from the window Reminesing on the places that I been yo On the road doin' shows fuckin' thugged out Crank tha club up get a playa drug out This is clear though, on the road pleasin' my fans From city to city sometimes it's hard man My girl is 'bound to have me trippin though She tellin me she love me more than I will ever know I miss tha crib yo, I'm in the streets Doin' shows four nights out tha week Yeah, sometimes the king misses his own throne Pastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-L
Atlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you [2X]
I done seen more hotels than my house I done seen my home boy running his mouth I know it sound crazy but baby understand Every night I'm out at least ten grand So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun While puttin up a college fun for my son And when we sip we sip Dom Perignon And when we dip it's ? I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese And everytime you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leave But baby I am your king and the crib is my throne I can't wait 'till I get back home, to A-T-L
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