Rasheeda - Atl 2 STL lyrics

A-T-L to S-T-L On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast, then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up Fifteens in my sh**, you know it's gon' bump Nelly ridin' shotgun, n***a, pa** the blunt We into what-ever, and keepin' it crunk Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck Aw sh**, we done did it again From A-T-L to the new, but still breakin' 'em in Playin' to win, fire hot, burnin' ya skin Platinum hit number two, y'all made me do it again This Rasheeda, I'm ridin' n***as through the dirty From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies Bendin' and swervin', I got this muthaf**a turnin' Threw up the double are, heard the sirens, kept it burnin' A-T-L to S-T-L On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up I'm 'bout to pull up in the A-T-L, eighteen inches and five screens Old folks on the side and they reachin' for Visine Five b**hes right behind me, more flashin' than high beams Like, Nelly, where you goin', can I go? By all means Keep the door open, drivin' the ave, mami get in Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin' ya friends One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap What's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp Open ya mouth hun, "We don't do that", don't give me that Why ya tongue done, say "Aah", f** it, that's what I thought I was peepin' that since the first time I saw ya Timed ya walk from there to the time I parked So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty A-T-L to S-T-L On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno Iced up, platinum b**h, breakin' n***as to the zero Call me the hero, better yet, the Lieutenant Takin' charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win it See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down You jumpin' out your draws for this b**h from down south Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air Now tip the cup, like you just don't care Stepped in the club, with my n***as from the D-Low We keep this thing crunk and droppin' bows on them hizzoes A-T-L to S-T-L On them thungs and crunk as hell Your system blast then let it bump Spark the L and raise it up