Canibus - Atlanta lyrics
[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 b**h 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 b**h 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 n***a 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 a**, she got a big bu*t 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 n***as couldn't see me, I was going so fast Most n***as catch whiplash and crash Face all chipped up from the gla** Running from the police hauling a** 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 gla** 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