Rasheeda - ATL 2 STL Lyrics
(feat. Nelly)[Rasheeda:]ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hellYour system blast, then let it bumpSpark the L and raise it upFifteens in my shit, you know it's gon' bumpNelly ridin shotgun, nigga, pass the bluntWe into what-ever, and keepin it crunkGot twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truckAw shit, we done did it againFrom ATL to the new, but still breakin 'em inPlayin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skinPlatinum hit number two, y'all made me do it againThis Rasheeda, I'm ridin niggas through the dirtyFrom Old? to Cambleton flippin birdiesBendin and swervin, I got this mutha*****a turninThrew up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin[Hook: Rasheeda & Nelly]ATL to STL (we ridin)On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin)Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)[Nelly:]I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screensOld folks on the side and they reachin for VisineFive *****es right behind me, more flashin than high beamsLike, (Nelly, where you goin, can I go?), by all meansKeep the door open, drivin the ave, mami get inMatter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin ya friendsOne shotgun, three in the back, one on my lapWhat's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren SappOpen ya mouth hun, "we don't do that", don't give me thatWhy ya tongue done, say "aaaaahh", ***** it, that's what I thoughtI was peepin that since the first time I saw yaTimed ya walk from therr (there) to the time I parkedSo keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawkBut still thugged out, candy coated and thugged outReal stud guy, blink, now the guns outI'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty[Hook][Rasheeda:]I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted outThrew on some new shoes, drop the top and skated outThen I hit the block, non stop, numero unoIced up, platinum *****, breakin niggas to the zeroCall me the hero, better yet, the lieutinentTakin charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win itSee, it ain't no thing for me to put it downYou jumpin out your draws for this ***** from down southNow put 'em up, and throw your hands in the airNow tip the cup, like you just don't careStepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-LowWe keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes[Hook]
