Atlanta

(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 whats 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, Im on the highway speeding
My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one last weekend
I guess I wasnt 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 ***** almost made me, crash into her Mercedes
Im glad I almost missed her, I pushed the clutch and *****fted
It was a white-lady, Id rather hit a sister
Cause see, I know the system, its easier to trick them
I use my G to pimp them, then convince Im the victim
Nah baby, you hit me, no I was in lane three
You need some contacts you cant see, no girl dont blame me
Dont panic just be patient, give the ***** the wrong information
Shell 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 * **** say, 'Good Jesus,' them Georgia dime-pieces
Started off like, 'Whats your name? Tell me, whats your age?
You got a man? Can we be friends?'
Im 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 aint in no rush, plus she likes it rough
Kinky stuff like, leather and handcuffs
And them thangs you wrap around a mans you-know-what
Thats why I love Atlanta, I can hardly stand-up
Im a heavy drinker, fix me a cup and sinker
I always love Atlanta, thats 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
*****z couldnt see me, I was going so fast
Most **** *z 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,' its on blast
Turn the engine off cause Im wasting gas
Tell them that Im 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 thats why Im back
Thats when he tried to hit me
His big fist barely miss me
I have my camera with me
I think Ill sue the city
I love this place Atlanta
Thats why I love Atlanta
I love my home Atlanta
I love my home Atlanta