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RASHEEDA lyrics : "Atl 2 Stl"

(feat. Nelly)

[Rasheeda]

ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up


Fifteens in my %#@!, you know it's gon' bump
Nelly ridin shotgun, ^!$$%, pass the blunt

We into what-ever, and keepin it crunk
Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
Aw %#@!, we done did it again

From ATL 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 ^!$$%s through the dirty
From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies
Bendin and swervin, I got this mutha$#&@a turnin

Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin

[Hook: Rasheeda & Nelly]

ATL to STL (we ridin)
On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)
Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin)

Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)

[Nelly]

I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens
Old folks on the side and they reachin for Visine
Five (*##$es 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 "aaaaahh", $#&@ it, that's what I thought
I was peepin that since the first time I saw ya
Timed ya walk from therr (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

[Hook]


[Rasheeda]
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 (*##$, breakin ^!$$%s to the zero

Call me the hero, better yet, the lieutinent
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 (*##$ 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 ^!$$%s from the D-Low
We keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes


[Hook]

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