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  • (Canibus)
    I wake up in the morn', turn my PlayStation on
    Just bought that NFL Blitz and that Basket-Ball
    I read the Vibe and Source, to see what's going on
    I let my hair grow long, maybe braid it in the fall
    Whenever I get bored, I just jump in my car
    I go to Lennox Mall, and look for independent broads
    Sometimes I get a nod, they treat me like a scrub
    I go down to the schools, maybe I get more love
    Three P.M. in the evening, I'm on the highway speeding
    My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one last weekend
    I guess I wasn't thinking, up ahead break-lights was blinking
    For more than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison
    This traffic drives me crazy, going West on two-eighty
    Five ***** almost made me, crash into her Mercedes
    I'm glad I almost missed her, I pushed the clutch and *****fted
    It was a white-lady, I'd rather hit a sister
    'Cause see, I know the system, it's easier to trick them
    I use my G to pimp them, then convince I'm the victim
    Nah baby, you hit me, no I was in lane three
    You need some contacts you can't see, no girl don't blame me
    Don't panic just be patient, give the ***** the wrong information
    She'll probably never claim it, scared of high insurance payments
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    (Canibus)
    The land of pretty peaches, them girls with round features
    Make a ***** say, "Good Jesus," them Georgia dime-pieces
    Started off like, "What's your name? Tell me, what's your age?
    You got a man? Can we be friends?"
    I'm glad you feel that way, come on and ride with me
    I take you to that Crunk bar where them sharks eat
    Five-star baby, bon-appetite
    I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog meat
    If shorty want to creep, I bring her home with me
    Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas CD
    Bootleg that Jay-Z, stole that OutKast
    Been have that Keith Sweat, I know how to make it last
    Smack that naked ass, she got a big butt
    I ain't in no rush, plus she likes it rough
    Kinky stuff like, leather and handcuffs
    And them thangs you wrap around a man's you-know-what
    That's why I love Atlanta, I can hardly stand-up
    I'm a heavy drinker, fix me a cup and sinker
    I always love Atlanta, that's why I love Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    (Canibus)
    As a young child I was so damn bad
    Used to drive up the Ave with no tags
    *****z couldn't see me, I was going so fast
    Most *****z catch whiplash and crash
    Face all chipped up from the glass
    Running from the police hauling ass
    If I get caught, I just give them some cash
    Most police give me dap and laugh
    Other ones pull up behind the flash
    Take a nightstick and tap the glass
    Tell me, "Turn the music down," it's on blast
    Turn the engine off 'cause I'm wasting gas
    Tell them that I'm lost and I need a map
    Looking for a hotel to take a nap
    Freaknik, officer, I came for that
    It was good last year that's why I'm back
    That's when he tried to hit me
    His big fist barely miss me
    I have my camera with me
    I think I'll sue the city
    I love this place Atlanta
    That's why I love Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta
  • (Canibus)
    I wake up in the morn', turn my PlayStation on
    Just bought that NFL Blitz and that Basket-Ball
    I read the Vibe and Source, to see what's going on
    I let my hair grow long, maybe braid it in the fall
    Whenever I get bored, I just jump in my car
    I go to Lennox Mall, and look for independent broads
    Sometimes I get a nod, they treat me like a scrub
    I go down to the schools, maybe I get more love
    Three P.M. in the evening, I'm on the highway speeding
    My front-left tires leaking, should have bought a new one last weekend
    I guess I wasn't thinking, up ahead break-lights was blinking
    For more than thirty minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison
    This traffic drives me crazy, going West on two-eighty
    Five ***** almost made me, crash into her Mercedes
    I'm glad I almost missed her, I pushed the clutch and *****fted
    It was a white-lady, I'd rather hit a sister
    'Cause see, I know the system, it's easier to trick them
    I use my G to pimp them, then convince I'm the victim
    Nah baby, you hit me, no I was in lane three
    You need some contacts you can't see, no girl don't blame me
    Don't panic just be patient, give the ***** the wrong information
    She'll probably never claim it, scared of high insurance payments
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    (Canibus)
    The land of pretty peaches, them girls with round features
    Make a ***** say, "Good Jesus," them Georgia dime-pieces
    Started off like, "What's your name? Tell me, what's your age?
    You got a man? Can we be friends?"
    I'm glad you feel that way, come on and ride with me
    I take you to that Crunk bar where them sharks eat
    Five-star baby, bon-appetite
    I got that shrimp appetizer with that dog meat
    If shorty want to creep, I bring her home with me
    Just bought some candles and that Carl Thomas CD
    Bootleg that Jay-Z, stole that OutKast
    Been have that Keith Sweat, I know how to make it last
    Smack that naked ass, she got a big butt
    I ain't in no rush, plus she likes it rough
    Kinky stuff like, leather and handcuffs
    And them thangs you wrap around a man's you-know-what
    That's why I love Atlanta, I can hardly stand-up
    I'm a heavy drinker, fix me a cup and sinker
    I always love Atlanta, that's why I love Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta, I love my home Atlanta
    (Canibus)
    As a young child I was so damn bad
    Used to drive up the Ave with no tags
    *****z couldn't see me, I was going so fast
    Most *****z catch whiplash and crash
    Face all chipped up from the glass
    Running from the police hauling ass
    If I get caught, I just give them some cash
    Most police give me dap and laugh
    Other ones pull up behind the flash
    Take a nightstick and tap the glass
    Tell me, "Turn the music down," it's on blast
    Turn the engine off 'cause I'm wasting gas
    Tell them that I'm lost and I need a map
    Looking for a hotel to take a nap
    Freaknik, officer, I came for that
    It was good last year that's why I'm back
    That's when he tried to hit me
    His big fist barely miss me
    I have my camera with me
    I think I'll sue the city
    I love this place Atlanta
    That's why I love Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta
    I love my home Atlanta