Atl To Stl Lyrics - Singles - Rasheeda

(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 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 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 niggas through the dirty 

From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies 

Bendin and swervin, I got this muthafucka 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 bitches right behind me, more flashin than high beams 

Like, (Nelly, where you goin, can I go?), by all means 

Keep the door open, ??? ???, 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", fuck 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 bitch, breakin niggas 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 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 

(Hook)