[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]I'm in my big body Benz,Riding with 4 of my friendsShoot a bird at them coppers,While blowing smoke in the windUp out the window my flagI got my foot on the gasThen my yak on the dashThen we run up at yo assRiding the streets of AtlantaBetter take out the cameraD.S.G.B. on my banner, raised highUntil I die, bet I'ma through it upIt's Pastor Troy, 2000, don't give aThrow up yo flags[Hook:]Throw yo flags up! [7x]Come on you scared, you scared[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]I got them fifteen's pushing, trying to rip up the speakerKnow that Pastor and Peter, on the hunt for the reaperSmall ice, CMB got the world in a dro'We flexing hard in Atlanta, or we get the scopeIt's GA, Georgia Tech or Bulldog2nd CD, and I'm bout to Boss HogAtlanta to Augusta a hustla straight out the ripThem Georgia boys my army forever we stand equippedReady for whatever you better go ask aroundWe ain't bout to play round with ya, we cutting ya downA million little boys trying to sound like meNow everybody copying the one that dissed PA sack of fries cheap, but I ain't chickenSoon as you think I'm slippin, you hear that pistol clickin'And I'ma try my best to eat yo ass for dinnerBetter throw up yo flag and tell me that you surrenderThrow it up[Hook:]Throw yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeahThrow yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scaredThrow yo flags up! [3x] yeah, yeahThrow yo flags up! [3x] come on you scared, you scared[Talking and shoutouts to end]
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