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点击复制ATL Hoe (Explicit) - Baby D/Lil Jon (乔纳森·史密斯)/Pastor Troy/Archie
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My ni**a what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A
GA my ni**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 ni**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
Niggas 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**kin with
But I'll bet we'll bounce on
Your motherf**kin a** like it ain't sh*t
ATL Hoe throwin up them"A's"
Gangsta walk on the motherf**kin stage
Ni**a watch me bounce on these sucka a** punks
Then f**k around and got the"A" town started
Don't make me say"Ain't told you so"
Throwin bows to the nose sayin"Yeah Hoe"
Pastor Troy Archie
And Big Oomp click
Add it up young ni**a that Gangsta sh*t
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Archie
Yeah yeah
Ni**a it's Archie
The phatest skinny ni**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"
Passin Baby D beside me
Eastside Boyz is right behind me
"A" town b**ch ni**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"
Death before dishonor put that on my mama
The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner
Yeah Ni**a
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Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta
Bombin on the b**ch 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 niggas hated they do not hated in public
Them p**sy a** niggas gon make me
Jump to my bucket
The brown one with the three rims
I whoop up on your block ni**a your chance slim
Do you remember Tim
They call him"Poor Timmy"
I f**k his p**sy over
His hammy with a fifty rimmy
Think you are ni**a friendly
Cause I'm the Pastor
B**ch I ain't Creflow this ATL Hoe
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