(Chorus)
[Baby D (Pastor Troy)]
A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T-L HOE!
A-T-L HOE!(Come'on uh ha ha)
(Repeat 7x)
[Baby D]
My n***a what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A, GA my n***a we swervin
??? sittin on Michael Jordan blinin when the sun be scorchin
Who that be me B-A-B-Y D from da B-I-G double O-M-P
I said it before but I'm goin to say it again
My n***a we too D double E-P
I represent the dirty dirty south
Down here lil buddy we don't play no games
I represent the A-T-L
Eastside shawty and the Westside n***as on da thang throw your hood up
Make your shoulder jump
If ya hatin on the "A" then lock'em in the trunk
Ya don't know who you f**in with
But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherf**in a** like it ain't sh**
ATL Ho throwin up them "A's"
Gangsta walk on the motherf**in stage
n***a watch me bounce on these s**a a** punks
Then f** around and got the "A" town started
Don't make me say "Ain't told you so"
Throwin bows to the nose sayin "Yeah Ho!"
Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click
Add it up young n***a that Gangsta sh**!
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[Archie]
Yeah, yeah
n***a it's Archie
The phatest skinny n***a you will ever know
Try'in to stop my cheddar flow holla at my beretta blow
Atcha dome and atcha chest
Wear your chrome and wear your vest
Had your home a bloody mess
Faked thugs get bless with a slug to the chest
Arch to the "I" to the "E"
Pa**in Baby D beside me
Eastside Boyz is right behind me
"A" town b**h n***a you try'in to find me
Simpson Road down to Godbe
These are the places that I be
These are the faces that I see
I die for the city don't play by me
You can try me if you wanna Archie be brin'in drama
Pistol carriers bury ya make you say "We The Bomb Ya!"
d**h before dishonor put that on my mama
The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner
Yeah! n***a!
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[Pastor Troy]
Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta
Bombin on the b**h the young the filthy rich
The six I use to drive was live but under rated
I cut off the top and had the V12 gold plated
But some n***as hated they do not hated in public
Them p**y a** n***as gon make me jump to my bucket
The brown one with the three rims
I whoop up on your block n***a your chance slim
Do you remember Tim they call him "Poor Timmy"
I f** his p**y over his hammy with a fifty rimmy
Think you are n***a friendly cause I'm the Pastor
b**h I ain't Creflow this ATL Ho
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We rrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddyyyyyy