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 the 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 at 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 the barbecue nation      Got up this morning   Atlanta had burned down to the ground   Oh yeah