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Tekst piosenki

(Intro: Lil' Jon (Lil' Scrappy))
yeah! yeaah!
yeah! yeaah!
this ya boy Lil'Jon
yeah! BME Cliq
alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
about adidas and shit (okkkk)
alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
get out on our feet (okkkk)

(Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon) 2x)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

(Verse 1:)
I'm a Graded baby ATL,
and all my life duh avis so crunk as hell
you dont' wanna step to close or go to far
'cause where i'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars.
Fila brought up from my head to my feet,
niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep.
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkiest shit,
uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
i'm a giant ass playa i'll stomp on a hater
i'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
we can go back down to where my grandma stay,
depending on the area you better watch what you say
and i 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
when i get locked up man them broads wanna save me
this the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the j's on the street charge mo' than a penny A!

(Verse 2:)

Niggas grind time let my A shine
when i'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
my blood see through the georgia rhine.
and niggas don't love the A like i love the A
i just love the way the A smell everyday.
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
f**kin' hoes on the city road
when i stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
i live 4 the A i die 4 the A i ride 4 the A
so f**k what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!

(Verse 3:)
carry the A on my back like a torch or rack i'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that drankin on crunk
reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where i shed my tears throw me the peace sign up then upside down A-town
off the rip hell yeah i'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one shawdy then we all gon' fight
don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even though other niggas thank
they hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain i swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our gold martin luther king
from the A so i love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at underground atlanta
yea