I'm in my big body Benz, Riding with 4 of my friends Shoot a bird at them coppers, While blowing smoke in the wind Up out the window my flag I got my foot on the gas Then my yak on the dash Then we run up at yo ass Riding the streets of Atlanta Better take out the camera D.S.G.B. on my banner, raised high Until I die, bet I'ma through it up It's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give a Throw up yo flags
[Hook:]
Throw yo flags up! [7x] Come on you scared, you scared
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speaker Know that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaper Small ice, CMB got the world in a dro' We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scope It's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog 2nd CD, and I'm bout to Boss Hog Atlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the rip Them Georgia boys my army forever we stand equipped Ready for whatever you better go ask around We ain't bout to play round with ya, we cutting ya down A million little boys trying to sound like me Now everybody copying the one that dissed P A sack of fries cheap, but I ain't chicken Soon as you think I'm slippin, you hear that pistol clickin' And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinner Better throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrender Throw it up
[Hook:]
Throw yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeah Throw yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scared Throw yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeah Throw yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scared
[Talking and shoutouts to end]
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