Pastor Troy - Atlanta Lyrics
I will always pray for you, AtlantaYeah, yeah we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east sideWe doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west sideWe doin this for all the kings on the south sideyo, and it's on A-T-L and it's onA-T-L, A-T-L it't on, and it's on ATL it's on, and it's on, it's onAs I look at you road from the windowreminesing on the places that I been yoOn the road doin' shows *****in' thugged outcrank tha club up get a playa drug outThis is clear though, on the road pleasin' my fansFrom city to city sometimes it's hard manMy girl is 'bound to have me trippin thoughShe tellin me she love me more than I will ever knowI miss tha crib yo, I'm in the streetsDoin' shows four nights out tha weekyeah, sometimes the king misses his own thronePastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-LAtlanta, I'll rep for you, I'll always be there for you {*2X*}I done seen more hotels than my houseI done seen my home boy running his mouthI know it sound crazy but baby understandEvery night I'm out at least ten grandSo we can rock Louis Vuitton and have funwhile puttin up a college fun for my sonand when we sip we sip Dom Perignonand when we dip it's ?I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheeseAnd everytime you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leaveBut baby I am your king and the crib is my throneI can't wait 'till I get back home, to A-T-L[Chorus]
