B.O.B. - Sweet Home lyrics

[Intro] Whoo! And that's how we motherf**ing do it! (Turn it Up. Turn it Up. Turn it Up.) [Hook] Sweet Home, Atlanta On that east side, howdy-do So if you from that there Atlanta Then this blunt goes out to you, to you [Verse 1: B.o.B] Country boy walking, country boy talking Don't nobody visit these here parts often That's why we be sparking, see gorillas often Take a hit and [?] a whip, it's smelling like a forest I remember back when I was staying in apartments A bad a** kid, jumping off the park bench Dirty head full of lint from the carpet Couldn't stay in one spot, I was carsick Sweet Home! When I was growing up we didn't have no heat on in the home So in the winter we just lit heaters for the cold And in the kitchen was nothing to eat but cereal [Hook] Sweet Home, Atlanta On that east side, howdy-do So if you from that there Atlanta Then this blunt goes out to you, to you