Canibus

Canibus - Atlanta songtekst

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[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

Niggaz couldn't see me, I was going so fast

Most niggaz 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
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