Yung Booke - The Real A (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yung Booke - The Real A (en) Lyrics
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You remember 9th Ward ran the city
Pull up with that shit
I did a song with every nigga that's
bigger than a bitch out here
Doug High, big dreams, Magic City, 16
YMM, MDC, Thomasville, ABG
Hold up let me intervene
Got my jeans from 30 deep
Money Savage smashed the city can't
say you ain't heard of me
I'm talking PSC vs DTP, D4L vs DFB
New Orleans boys had came out and set
up shop until they made em leave
All the money I was getting with Rich
Kids I'm still getting the bag
All them shoot outs happened
walking out of figure 8
Speculations about the city
we gone get em straight
Metro Church saved me my grandma
stayed on Section 8
What happened to Atlanta
We went from repping zones
to color of bandannas
Trying to stay clean the streets
dirty like Diana
They laughed at how we talk and
ran off with the gramma
I'm from Atlanta
But damn I miss the real A
Talking about when Atlanta
Hawks they had Dikembe
Turner Field with tomahawks
yeah them the real Braves
Bitches showing ass and titties
to get the rent paid
I miss the real A
I remember when Atlanta
was just itty bitty
In 88 Miami boys came tried
to take the city
They had the weight the price was great
but Techwood wasn't with it
They bought they Mack 10s out
of East Atlanta went Osama
They killed them Florida boys
and baby mamas what a Summa
It was major drama word to
my dope dealing mama
Before they called us trappas they
would simply call us rollas
And we had rockas for yo socks
and boulders for yo shouldas
And we was taught if you see police
then you yizell twizelve
And shut the fizup if you get caught
then don't fuckin tizell
My partna went to jizail came
back knew the alto shuffle
Somebody tried him beat the stuffing
out that out of towner
That boy ride or down the
high that 4 5 beside him
Like Dominique we keep the baddest
freaks like Freaknik weekend
Atlanta Georgia you the shit
and don't you dare forget
And don't you ever ride another
nigga city dick
Atlanta Bitch!
(I miss the real A)
Hell nah far from it
Remember Nikki's on Stewart
Ave was star studded
Remember selling weed at 559
had them skimpy dime
Used to get off all my work even though
they complained every time
Always had the gift of gab
Before Uber we'll hop out take
off on the gypsy cab
Hop the fence and hit the path
And we on and off of Marta
in and out the projects
A simpler time fore I was
introduced to Pyrex
Kilo Ali, Sammy Sam whatchu
know bout that
Diablo's ain't a damn shame
we was inspired by that
Like Tupac shooting birds
hanging out that BMW
Shot up two polices and beat it
that was the fucking truth
Spent my wonder years riding from
Center Hill to Screaming Wheels
First time at MBK seen a young
nigga get shot and live
Freaknik traffic Campbelton
that shit be cracking
You wear that Starter coat and them
J's you just betta not be lackin
Now I can't tell if it's the switchas
on the outta towners
A youngin mixing X and Adderall
with all them downers
I remember we had a code of
conduct and a ecosystem
Taking the time to tell old
Atlanta we really miss em
This ain't the real A
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