A-t-l Hoe lyrics

Artist  : Baby D 
Song : A-t-l Hoe



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 f/ Archie, Pastor Troy



(Chorus)

[Baby D (Pastor Troy)]

A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T-L HOE!

A-T-L HOE!(Come'on uh ha ha)

(Repeat 7x)



[Baby D]

My nigga what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A, GA
my nigga we swervin

??? sittin on Michael Jordan blinin when the sun
be scorchin

Who that be me B-A-B-Y D from da B-I-G double
O-M-P

I said it before but I'm goin to say it again

My nigga we too D double E-P

I represent the dirty dirty south

Down here lil buddy we don't play no games

I represent the A-T-L 

Eastside shawty and the Westside niggas on da
thang throw your hood up

Make your shoulder jump 

If ya hatin on the "A" then lock'em in
the trunk

Ya don't know who you fuckin with 

But I'll bet we'll bounce on your motherfuckin
ass like it ain't shit

ATL Hoe throwin up them "A's" 

Gangsta walk on the motherfuckin stage

Nigga watch me bounce on these sucka ass
punks

Then fuck around and got the "A" town
started

Don't make me say "Ain't told you
so"

Throwin bows to the nose sayin "Yeah
Hoe!"

Pastor Troy, Archie, and Big Oomp click

Add it up young nigga that Gangsta shit!



(Chorus)



[Archie]

Yeah, yeah 

Nigga it's Archie

The phatest skinny nigga you will ever know

Try'in to stop my cheddar flow holla at my
beretta blow

Atcha dome and atcha chest

Wear your chrome and wear your vest

Had your home a bloody mess 

Faked thugs get bless with a slug to the
chest

Arch to the "I" to the
"E"

Passin Baby D beside me

Eastside Boyz is right behind me

"A" town bitch nigga you try'in to find
me

Simpson Road down to Godbe 

These are the places that I be

These are the faces that I see

I die for the city don't play by me



You can try me if you wanna Archie be brin'in
drama

Pistol carriers bury ya make you say "We The
Bomb Ya!"

Death before dishonor put that on my mama

The phat boy representer 'till I'm a goner

Yeah! Nigga!



(Chorus)



[Pastor Troy]

Pistol pistol my pistol banana fanna Atlanta

Bombin on the bitch the young the filthy rich

The six I use to drive was live but under
rated

I cut off the top and had the V12 gold plated

But some niggas hated they do not hated in
public

Them pussy ass niggas gon make me jump to my
bucket

The brown one with the three rims 

I whoop up on your block nigga your chance slim


Do you remember Tim they call him "Poor
Timmy"

I fuck his pussy over his hammy with a fifty
rimmy

Think you are nigga friendly cause I'm the
Pastor

Bitch I ain't Creflow this ATL Hoe



(Chorus)



We rrrreeeeeeeeeaaaaaaddddddyyyyyy