Robbed in Atlanta Songtext
von Ryan Carter

I told, I told, ay ay, I told you
Class in the morning, they hate me bad
Call me names, beat my ass
No father, they laughed at that
All my life, all is sad, all is bad
In my dreams
Had no cash, or no friends
Hurt me bad, people suicide like that
Dropped some albums, life got good
They speak my name in Hollywood
The rep I gained, I′ll uphold
I'm passing gas, it smell like mold
We overload the color code
′Member I was a joke
'Member when clubbin' jack
They′ll be taking all of my gold!


Getting robbed in Atlanta
Twisting my arm til it shatter
Credit cards and my cell phone
Hitting my head with the Magnum
Black Male, bantam
White Male holding a Spandau
I′m singing like Hannah Montana
Drug dealers and gang bangers
Black Male, bantam
White Male holding a Spandau
Lips swole, Jay-Z
Memoir, shanty
Praying for a vigilante
Now I'm crying for Granny
He told me, pull up my panty
Hope you people understand me

I don′t want to feel intimidated, I, I, no, no, no
I don't want to feel intimidated, I, I, no, no, no
TAKING ALL OF MY GOLD!

Getting robbed in Atlanta
Twist my arm, kick my dick, stomp my ass (MY GOLD!)
Credit cards, day planner
Wake up in Karachi shit, hardliner (TAKING ALL OF MY GOLD!)
Whole bunch of bullshit
They be stomping my ass out and laughing, shit
They be pullin out guns on my ass, shit
I got plenty of shit in my Jockey′s, run 'for they blast and shit
Black Male, bantam
White Male holding a Spandau