Atlanta — текст песни (Pastor Troy)

I will always pray for you, Atlanta

Yeah, yeah we crankin` this for all tha G`s on the east side
We doin` this for all the Gangstas on the west side
We doin this for all the kings on the south side
yo, and it`s on A-T-L and it`s on
A-T-L, A-T-L it`t on, and it`s on ATL it`s on, and it`s on, it`s on

As I look at you road from the window
reminesing on the places that I been yo
On the road doin` shows fuckin` thugged out
crank tha club up get a playa drug out
This is clear though, on the road pleasin` my fans
From city to city sometimes it`s hard man
My girl is `bound to have me trippin though
She tellin me she love me more than I will ever know
I miss tha crib yo, I`m in the streets
Doin` shows four nights out tha week
yeah, sometimes the king misses his own throne
Pastor Troy and I miss home, A-T-L

Atlanta, I`ll rep for you, I`ll always be there for you {*2X*}

I done seen more hotels than my house
I done seen my home boy running his mouth
I know it sound crazy but baby understand
Every night I`m out at least ten grand
So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun
while puttin up a college fun for my son
and when we sip we sip Dom Perignon
and when we dip it`s ?
I know sometime it feel like I am just headed for the cheese
And everytime you wanna chill it`s like I up and gotta leave
But baby I am your king and the crib is my throne
I can`t wait `till I get back home, to A-T-L

[Chorus]