Atlanta

[Canibus]
I wake up in the morn’, turn my PlayStation on //
Just bought that NFL Blitz and that Basket-Ball //
I read the Vibe and Source, to see what’s going on //
I let my hair grow long, maybe braid it in the fall //
Whenever I get bored, I just jump in my car //
I go to Lennox Mall, and look for independent broads //
Sometimes I get a nod, they treat me like a scrub //
I go down to the schools, maybe I get more love //
Three P.M. in the evening, I’m on the highway speeding //
My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one last weekend //
I guess I wasn’t thinking, up ahead break-lights was blinking //
For more than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison //
This traffic drives me crazy, going West on two-eighty //
Five bitch almost made me, crash into her Mercedes //
I’m glad I almost missed her, I pushed the clutch and shifted //
It was a white-lady, I’d rather hit a sister //
‘Cause see, I know the system, it’s easier to trick them //
I use my G to pimp them, then convince I’m the victim //
Nah baby, you hit me, no I was in lane three //
You need some contacts you can’t see, no girl don’t blame me //
Don’t panic just be patient, give the bitch the wrong information //
She’ll probably never claim it, scared of high insurance payments //
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta //
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta //

[Canibus]
The land of pretty peaches, them girls with round features //
Make a nigga say, “Good Jesus,” them Georgia dime-pieces //
Started off like, “What’s your name? Tell me, what’s your age? //
You got a man? Can we be friends?” //
I’m glad you feel that way, come on and ride with me //
I take you to that Crunk bar where them sharks eat //
Five-star baby, bon-appetite //
I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog meat //
If shorty want to creep, I bring her home with me //
Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas CD //
Bootleg that Jay-Z, stole that OutKast //
Been have that Keith Sweat, I know how to make it last //
Smack that naked ass, she got a big butt //
I ain’t in no rush, plus she likes it rough //
Kinky stuff like, leather and handcuffs //
And them thangs you wrap around a man’s you-know-what //
That’s why I love Atlanta, I can hardly stand-up //
I’m a heavy drinker, fix me a cup and sinker //
I always love Atlanta, that’s why I love Atlanta //
I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta //

[Canibus]
As a young child I was so damn bad //
Used to drive up the Ave with no tags //
Niggas couldn’t see me, I was going so fast //
Most niggas catch whiplash and crash //
Face all chipped up from the glass //
Running from the police hauling ass //
If I get caught, I just give them some cash //
Most police give me dap and laugh //
Other ones pull up behind the flash //
Take a nightstick and tap the glass //
Tell me, “Turn the music down,” it’s on blast //
Turn the engine off ‘cause I’m wasting gas //
Tell them that I’m lost and I need a map //
Looking for a hotel to take a nap //
Freaknik, officer, I came for that //
It was good last year that’s why I’m back //
That’s when he tried to hit me //
His big fist barely miss me //
I have my camera with me //
I think I’ll sue the city //
I love this place Atlanta //
That’s why I love Atlanta //
I love my home Atlanta //
I love my home Atlanta //