| Jermaine Dupri F/ Ludacris | |
| Miscellaneous | |
| Welcome To Atlanta | |
| [Ludacris] | |
| Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues' | |
| Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' | |
| A knock on the do', who is it? | |
| I would happen to know, the one with the flow | |
| Who did it?, it was me I suppose | |
| J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme | |
| Skatin down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean | |
| I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team | |
| No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean | |
| I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams | |
| Im allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines | |
| Oink Oink, Pig Pig, do away with the pork | |
| Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork | |
| Did you forget your fuckin manners, Im loose with banners | |
| Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when i shoot the cannon | |
| The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tounge | |
| I wont stop until Im rich as them white-boy come | |
| I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus | |
| So I stripped them off the wall | |
| Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls | |
| You rackin' 'em up, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up | |
| In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck | |
| I cant loose with 22\"s, Bitch thats whats up | |
| Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aquaduct | |
| chil-li-li-li-li-n. what | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (JD) | |
| Yo, Yo. Yo.Yo, Yo, | |
| Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play | |
| And we ride on them things like every day | |
| Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin' | |
| And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin' | |
| (Ludacris) | |
| Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play | |
| And we ride on them things like every day | |
| Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin' | |
| And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin' | |
| [JD] | |
| Now the party dont start 'til I walk in | |
| And I usually dont leave until the thing ends | |
| But in the mean-time, in between time | |
| You work yo thing, I'll work mine | |
| I been puttin' it down here since 83' | |
| Since the late show MD rivalry | |
| More froze than bad ice, with a place to be | |
| If you was ridin, you was ballin to homie Shadi | |
| Im the MBP, Most Ballernous Player | |
| Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor | |
| Monday night, Gentlemen's Club | |
| Tuesday night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up | |
| Wednesday, Im at strokers on lean | |
| Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream | |
| Friday, shark br kyack with Frank Skeem, right on the floor is where you can | |
| find me | |
| Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy | |
| Sunday, is when i get my sleepin' | |
| Cause on Monday we be at it again, Holla! | |
| [Chorus 2x] |
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