(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
I'm allergic to 'doc
Perscribed anti-histemines
Oink, oink, pig, pig
Do away with the pork
Only silverware needs
A steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your f***in' manners
I'm loose with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets
When I shoot the cannon
The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth
B**** bite your tounge
I won't stop until I'm 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
I'm big paper like pancakes
Stackin' 'em up
In fact I'm slappin' 'em up
Cadallacin' the truck
I can't loose with 22s
B**** that's what's up
Runnin' in the back the f***
Runnin' better than aquaduct
Chillin', what
CHORUS:
(Jermaine Dupri:)
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 don't stop
Till 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 don't stop
Till eight in the mornin'
(Jermaine Dupri:)
Now the party don't start
Till I walk in
And I usually don't 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
I'm the MBP
Most Ballernous Player
Make my own rules
B**** call me the mayor
Monday night
Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night
I'm up in the velvet room
Gettin f***ed up
Wednesday
I'm at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean
And I fall up in cream
Friday
Shark bar 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
Repeat chorus twice