Atlanta (Album Version|Edited) - Pastor Troy

I'll always rep for you Atlanta

Yeah yeah we crankin' this for all tha G's on the east side

We doin' this for all the Gangstas on the west side

We doin this for all the kings on the south side

Yo and it's on A-T-L and it's on

A-T-L A-T-L it's on and it's on ATL it's on and it's on it's on

As I look at the road from the window

Reminesing on the places that I been yo

On the road doin' shows f**kin' thugged out

Crank tha club up get a playa ** out

I miss the crib though on the road pleasin' my fans

From city to city sometimes it's hard man

My girl understand but i be trippin though

She tellin me she love me more than I will ever know

I miss tha crib yo I'm in the streets

Doin' shows four nights out tha week

Yeah sometimes the king just miss his own throne

Pastor Troy and I miss home A-T-L

Atlanta I'll rep for you I'll always will rep for you *2X*

I done seen more hotels than my house

I done seen my home boys running my spouse

I know it sound crazy but baby understand

Every night I'm out at least ten grand

So we can rock Louis Vuitton and have fun

While puttin up a college fund for my son

And when we sip we sip Dom Perignon

And when we dip it's a nasty martin

I know sometime it seemslike I am just in it for the cheese

And everytime you wanna chill it's like I up and gotta leave

But baby I am your king and the crib is my throne

I can't wait 'till I get back home to A-T-L