Pastor Troy - A-T-L HOE lyrics

(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**! (Chorus) [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! (Chorus) [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 (Chorus) We rrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddyyyyyy