Entertainment International Studios, Atlanta, GA - ATL lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon talking] Yeah! Doin' this right here for all the folks ridin' out From Collipark all the way up to the Decatur Than back down to the SWATS Lil Jon, Shorty Pimp and Romance We gon' tell ya wa**up [Hook: Romance, (Lil Jon)] In the ATL (yeah, where we gettin' it crunk) In the ATL (ah huh, ah huh wa**up wa**up) In the ATL (yeah, we're gonna tell you a lil story 'bout somethin' happen) In the ATL (yeah, yeah, Shorty Pimp wa**up) [Shorty Pimp] Where the gangstas at, where the hustlas at At the bar kickin' hoes is where the bustas at And if you see a s**a n***a point at him right now Tell 'em get out, get out, get out Now it was 'bout 2 in the morning with joint hit me on the hip Talking 'bout wa**up Shorty Pimp let's dip I said hold on bwoi I get some head from this hoe Next thing I know this fool knockin' on my door So of course I let him in, we both cut the beesh Kick the [?] out we on the how we hittin' Now out of town, b**h please don't get it confused playa Nine times out of ten East Side in Decatur So we ridin', these cops are hater, starin' like we know 'em Mad 'cause this bourbon just too clean for 'em Lil Jon said: "Damn, Big Sam in the jam!" The one we got there this n***a tell ma, he just playin' Now we sit 'round and I'm mad as hell Till this girl from n***as [?] yellin: "Yeah, shorty yeah!" I said: "Damn, shorty where the rest of your dancer friends?" [?] oh, it's on again [Hook: Romance, (Lil Jon)] In the ATL (yeah, where you from, where you stay) In the ATL (ah huh, ah huh where we at, where we at) In the ATL (Yeah, yeah, yeah, wa**up) In the ATL (ay, yo check this out) [Lil Jon] See it was me and Shorty Pimp, walkin' with a limp f**in' wit di hoes, gettin' 'em out their clothes Tryin' to cut it, the hoe say "f** me" She said n***a you lucky, that you can get this p**y I said my nuts is sweetest cookies I'm the n***a they call Lil Jon Wavin' my dick like a magic wand I'm runnin' sh** in da ATL Raising hell but not rockin' tho f**in' bells Like DMC, you know me The motherf**in' one you wanna be with, see, baby Why don't you bend that a** right over So I can get lucky like a four leaf clover Then I'm out, no doubt Now shorty peak and stick this dick in your mouth, b**h In the what? [Hook: Romance, (Lil Jon)] In the ATL (yeah, where you from, where you stay) In the ATL (ah huh, ah huh where we at) In the ATL (Yeah, where we gettin' from) In the ATL (uh, uh, uh, yo) [Lil Jon & Shorty Pimp] It's me and Shorty Pimp [chas?] so smoothly to this hoes You tell [?] couple thang that they must know When you f**s me, you f**s the BME And of course that includes the long time to the sea [?] you know what it is, we [?] of that drank 'Cause you just came back from the bank [?] my pocket's fatter than the a** of a [?] Hood rat, Shorty Pimp no play dat From Cascade Road to Memorial Drive From the east side to the west side Wa stay between some thights We so tired of ballin' but this hoes keep callin' Lil Jon & Shorty Pimp, shawty tell 'em who they with We two SWATS n***as, two southern n***as Two n***as cuttin' hoes, so how the f** you figure Oh no, they must be gone in the brain Gone of that 'caine 'Cause n***a we bringin' pain [Hook: Romance, (Lil Jon)] In the ATL (yeah, we runnin' thangs) In the ATL (ah huh, wa**up, wa**up) In the ATL (yeah, one time for all of my n***as) In the ATL