-Rasheeda-
   ATL to STL, on them things and crunk as hell
   Your system blast, then let it bump
   Spark the L and raise it up
  
   Fifteens in my shit, you know it's gon' bump
   Nelly ridin shotgun, nigga, pass the blunt
   We into what-ever, and keepin it crunk
   Got twenty-inch BB's on my white Benz truck
   Aw shit, we done did it again
   From ATL to the new, but still breakin 'em in
   Playin to win, fire hot, burnin ya skin
   Platinum hit number two, y'all made me do it again
   This Rasheeda, I'm ridin niggas through the dirty
   From Old ??? to Cambleton flippin birdies
   Bendin and swervin, I got this muthafucka turnin
   Threw up the double R, heard the sirens, kept it burnin
  
   ATL to STL (we ridin)
   On them things and crunk as hell (we ridin)
   Your system blast then let it bump (we ridin)
   Spark the L and raise it up (we ridin)
  
   -Nelly-
   I'm 'bout to pull up in the ATL, eighteen inches and five screens
   Old folks on the side and they reachin for Visine
   Five bitches right behind me, more flashin than high beams
   Like, (Nelly, where you goin, can I go?), by all means
   Keep the door open, drivin the ave, mami get in
   Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin ya friends
   One shotgun, three in the back, one on my lap
   What's the outcome, we in the sack like Warren Sapp
   Open ya mouth hun, "we don't do that", don't give me that
   Why ya tongue done, say "aaaaahh", fuck it, that's what I thought
   I was peepin that since the first time I saw ya
   Timed ya walk from therr (there) to the time I parked
   So keep ya one eye open for the haters that gawk
   But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out
   Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out
   I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty
  
   -Rasheeda-
   I love wood grain and, tinted, painted, and dusted out
   Threw on some new shoes, drop the top and skated out
   Then I hit the block, non stop, numero uno
   Iced up, platinum bitch, breakin niggas to the zero
   Call me the hero, better yet, the lieutinent
   Takin charge of the game, best believe I'm gon' win it
   See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down
   You jumpin out your draws for this bitch from down south
   Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air
   Now tip the cup, like you just don't care
   Stepped in the club, with my niggas from the D-Low
   We keep this thing crunk and droppin bows on them hizzoes