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ATL, shawty! G-Unit!
Young Buck, Youngbloodz

I'm talkin' dirty, wit' 'bout 80 thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this b****, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
ATL & Tennessee, nigga I'm right up the street

We in this club where them thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
I brought so good wit me, and I got my hood wit me
Cadillac n' all through College Park, I'm talkin' 'bout wood grippin'

Dirty South, ain't bullshittin', you can't ride on them down here
Niggaz damn near can fit inside their rims round here
And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they 'posed to
Or f*** a nigga whole crew, anytime we roll through

Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came to show you
Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and dro'll do
Snatch me a ho or two, niggaz know how we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, nigga it's G-Unit!

Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, gettin' crunk, that's me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, got them thangs, that's me
Swervin' Lex, servin' X, countin' stacks, that's me
Cook it up and bring it back, that's a fact, that's me

Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease, that's me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint, that's me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk, that's me
Represent the A-Town, best believe, that's me

Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a nigga
Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
Stuntin' ass nigga, cut my thunders for some spinners

Don't you see the chain and watch, b****, we chillin' like December
I'm finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
And I don't want no sack, Mayn, don't give me that ever
And if the price the lo lo, then gon' give me two mo'

Give me two lo, when I ride out with two hoes
One dark skin, one light skin, wit two though
Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
Fired up some dro, this like ridin' on two fo's wit' two hoes

Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease, that's me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint, that's me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk, that's me
Represent the A-Town, best believe, that's me

Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone, that's me
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose, that's me
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro, that's me
Dirty South, Straight Country, 105, that's me

See I can tell by the way they look me in my eye
That he's a ho and she's a b****, and often many try
But like a soldier, I'mma rid til' I f*****' die
Swerve on the buster, roll up and put one in the sky

And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
It's 105, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' wit'hca
Now watch me break 'em down, pack 'em up, and ship 'em out
Even steady, comin', breakin' bread is what I'm talkin' bout

'Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
How I keep it pimpin' never, slippin' cause I'm all pro
And yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin', hoppin' out the whip

Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone, that's me
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose, that's me
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that dro, that's me
Dirty South, Straight Country, 105, that's me

Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, gettin' crunk, that's me
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, got them thangs, that's me
Swervin' Lex, servin' X, countin' stacks, that's me
Cook it up and bring it back, that's a fact, that's me

Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease, that's me
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint, that's me
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk, that's me
Represent the A-Town, best believe, that's me

Ride on that, A-Town, get down, yeah
Ride on that, ride on that, A-Town, A-Town, get down, yeah, yeah
Ride on that, ride on that, A-Town, A-Town, get down, yeah
Ride on that