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Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Got my foot through the floor Tearing up the city all night long, oh yeah Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of barbecue nation Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Cruising south 85 to buy some thrills Gotta get a heaping helping of heaven and hell Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah Just when I had enough, can't take no more Got a new friend knocking the door He said the sun's coming up but the party ain't slowing Here's a little something to get you going Well, the bullets are flying But the chicken is frying all around, amen And I'm out in my Malibu I feel like the baddest dude that's ever been Spent all my money on cheap sensations Feeling like the king of barbecue nation Got up this morning Atlanta had burned down to the ground Oh yeah