It's hot out here baby, the cops goin' crazy
My feelings are so strong, I'll sing you a slow song
Talk to me sweet girl, walk with me street girl
There's protests and rallies and drugs in the alleys, down on Ponce Deleon
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
I'll do somethin for ya, lets get the hell outta of Georgia
Your old man's in prison, so make a decision, before it's too late
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
Oohh the tricks are turnin', oohh the money's burnin', it light up their
Eyes
Hound begin to howlin', down in Gwinnet County,
Lord it aint' no surprise, ain't no surprise
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
So just come into my arms and get off of the streets of Atlanta
Russell Devin McLain - Streets of Atlanta Lyrics
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It's hot out here baby, the cops goin' crazy
My feelings are so strong, I'll sing you a slow song
Talk to me sweet girl, walk with me street girl
There's protests and rallies and drugs in the alleys, down on Ponce Deleon
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
I'll do somethin for ya, lets get the hell outta of Georgia
Your old man's in prison, so make a decision, before it's too late
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
Oohh the tricks are turnin', oohh the money's burnin', it light up their
Eyes
Hound begin to howlin', down in Gwinnet County,
Lord it aint' no surprise, ain't no surprise
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
So just come into my arms and get off of the streets of Atlanta
My feelings are so strong, I'll sing you a slow song
Talk to me sweet girl, walk with me street girl
There's protests and rallies and drugs in the alleys, down on Ponce Deleon
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
I'll do somethin for ya, lets get the hell outta of Georgia
Your old man's in prison, so make a decision, before it's too late
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
Oohh the tricks are turnin', oohh the money's burnin', it light up their
Eyes
Hound begin to howlin', down in Gwinnet County,
Lord it aint' no surprise, ain't no surprise
Well it's hotter than hell but don't you sell your soul
O' baby you're solid gold
And you're the finest thing to ever walk the streets of Atlanta
So just come into my arms and get off of the streets of Atlanta
Writer: Joshua David Zee, Teal Collins Zee
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave