Rasheeda Atl 2 STL Lyrics

Artist: Rasheeda f/ Nelly
Album: Dirty South
Song: ATL to STL
Typed by: Khadafi662@aol.com

(Rasheeda)
ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it b__p
Spark the L and raise it up

Fifteens in my s___, you know it's gon' b__p
Nelly ridin shotgun, n____, pass the blunt
We into what-ever, and keepin it crunk
Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
Aw s___, 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 n____s through the dirty
From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies
Bendin and swervin, I got this m____fucka 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 b__p (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 b____es 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 "aaaaahh", f___ 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 & Nelly)
ATL to STL (we ridin)
On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)
Your system blast then let it b__p (we ridin)
Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)

(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 b____, breakin n____s 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 b____ 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 n____s from the D-Low
We keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes

Hook-Rasheeda & Nelly)
ATL to STL (we ridin)
On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)
Your system blast then let it b__p (we ridin)
Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)