ATL to STL

(Rasheeda)<br>ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell<br>Your system blast, then let it bump<br>Spark the L and raise it up<br><br>Fifteens in my shit, you know it`s gon` bump<br>Nelly ridin shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt<br>We into what-ever, and keepin it crunk<br>Got twenty-inch BB`s on my white Benz truck<br>Aw shit, we done did it again<br>From ATL to the new, but still breakin `em in<br>Playin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skin<br>Platinum hit number two, y`all made me do it again<br>This Rasheeda, I`m ridin niggas through the dirty <br>From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies<br>Bendin and swervin, I got this muthafucka turnin<br>Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin<br><br>(Hook-Rasheeda & Nelly)<br>ATL to STL (we ridin)<br>On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)<br>Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin)<br>Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)<br><br>(Nelly)<br>I`m `bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens<br>Old folks on the side and they reachin for Visine<br>Five bitches right behind me, more flashin than high beams<br>Like, (Nelly, where you goin, can I go?), by all means<br>Keep the door open, drivin the ave, mami get in<br>Matter fact, don`t ya come without, whoo, bringin ya friends<br>One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap<br>What`s the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp<br>Open ya mouth hun, "we don`t do that", don`t give me that<br>Why ya tongue done, say "aaaaahh", fuck it, that`s what I thought<br>I was peepin that since the first time I saw ya<br>Timed ya walk from therr (there) to the time I parked<br>So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk<br>But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out<br>Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out<br>I`m a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty<br><br>(Hook)<br><br>(Rasheeda)<br>I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out<br>Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out<br>Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno<br>Iced up, platinum bitch, breakin niggas to the zero<br>Call me the hero, better yet, the lieutinent<br>Takin charge of the game, best believe I`m gon` win it<br>See, it ain`t no thing for me to put it down<br>You jumpin out your draws for this bitch from down south<br>Now put `em up, and throw your hands in the air<br>Now tip the cup, like you just don`t care<br>Stepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-Low<br>We keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes<br><br>(Hook)