It's that crunk crew, it's that crunk crew

Blackened brothers in that crunk crew yeah



(Chorus x 2)

I love my home Atlanta

My red and blue bandanas

My slackin southern grammar

Them sexy go-go dancers

Cadallacs on hammers to braves hogs ballers and bangers

Those marijuana smokers them marijuana planters



I wake up in the morn

Turn my playstation on

Just bought that NFL blitz and that basketball

I be deriving songs

To see what's goin 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 annoyed

They treat me like a scrub

I go down to the schools

Maybe I'll get more love

3 pm in the evening

I'm on the highway speeding

My front left tire's leakin

Should have bought a new one last week-end

I guess I wasn't thinking

Up ahead break lights were blinkin

For more than 30 minutes I was stuck in gridlock prison

This traffic drives me crazy

Goin west on 280

Five a bitch almost made me

Crash into her Mercedes

I'm glad I almost missed her

I pushed the clutch and shifted

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 em and convince them I'm the victim

Naw baby you hit me

No I was in lane 3

You need some contacts you can't see

Naw girl you can't blame me

Don't panic just be patient

Give the bitch 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



Chorus x 2



The land of pretty peaches

Girls w