ATL 2 STL

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 shit, you know it's gon' bump

Nelly ridin' shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt

We into what-ever, and keepin' it crunk

Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck

Aw shit, 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' niggas through the dirty

From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies

Bendin' and swervin', I got this muthafucka 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 bitches 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", fuck 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 bitch, breakin' niggas 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 bitch 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 niggas 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