Lil Jon - F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy)] Yeah! Yeah! (I'm just BME) Yeah! Yeah! (I'm just BME) This ya boy Lil'Jon (I'm just BME) Yeah! BME Click A lot of y'all n***as be talkin' 'bout Air Force Ones and sh** (O-k-k-k) A lot of y'all n***as be talkin' 'bout Adidas and sh** (O-k-k-k) But me and my n***as we rock the mothaf**in FILAs (O-k-k-k) Thats what we got on our feet (O-k-k-k) Scrappy what's up? [Hook: Lil Scrappy (Lil Jon) 2x] Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!) Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (Fila n***a) [Verse 1] I'm a Grady baby, ATL And all my life the A been so crunk as hell You don't wanna step too close or go too far Cause where I'm from, shawdy, n***as a beat you down wit they car Fila, Prada, from my head to my feet n***as on the block with the rock they don't sleep Man, South Dekalb Mall be the crunkest sh** Or you can roll through Buckhead and go fall on a b**h I'm a giant a** playa, I'll stomp on a hater I'mma pop this sh** off from Zone 3 to Decatur We can gon' back down to where my grandma stay Depending on the area you better watch what you say And I don't care if you over there lookin all crazy When I get locked up man them broads they wanna save me This the home of the a** wit the biscuits in it And the Janes on the street charge mo' than a penny, A! [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] When it's grind time let my A shine When I'm bustin rhymes, smokin pounds My blood seepin wit Georgia Wine And n***as don't love the A like I love the A I just love the way the A smell everyday A town to yo' town yeah this how it go Smokin dro' f**in' hoes on the city road When I stomp that ba*tard I left him with a bruise Got Fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe I live for the A, I die for the A I ride for the A, so f** what you say What you know about I-20 to 285 Got a fine atlanta b**h givin head in the ride G's up, get yo cheese up, in the cla**room crunk Got bidness 'bout my sh**, so I stay super drunk Ridin' downtown with a shot of tequila Jon introduced me to the game, I'm hot like reefer A! [Hook 2x] [Verse 3] Carry the A on my back like a torture rack I'mma represent it if you scared to go handle that Drankin' on crunk, reminiscin' on crunk years It's the city of crunk where I shed my tears Throwin the peace sign up then upside down A-town off the rip hell yeah I'm proud Get crunk all day we don't sleep at night And if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us And if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush Even though other n***as think they hard Ain't nan harder than Stone Mountain, I swear to God Yeah y'all love our hoes, you love our gold Martin Luther King from the A, so I love my home Westside to Scottdale we all cut hammers You can catch kids skippin in Underground Atlanta Yeah [Hook 2x]