Welcome to Atlanta (feat. 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 Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme

Skatin' down Old Gnat, gat tucked and lean

I split your spleen, as a matter of fact I split ya team

No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean

I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams

I'm allergic, the doc prescribed antihistamines

Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork

Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork

Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners

Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon

The wooly mammoth saber tooth bitch, bite your tongue

I won't stop until I'm rich as them white will come

I pull up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus

So I stripped them off the wall

Waitin' 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, Cadillac-in' the truck

I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up

Runnin' in the back the fuck, runnin' better than aqueduct

Chil-li-li-li-li-n, fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo

Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo

Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh

Now the party don't start till I walk in

And I usually don't leave until the thing ends

But in the meantime, in between time

You work your thing, I'll work mine

I been puttin' it down here since '83

Since the late show MD rivalry

When Frozen Paradise was the place to be

If you was ridin' you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D

I'm the MBP, most ballerous playa

Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor

Monday night, gentlemen's club

Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room gettin' fucked up

Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean

Thursday, jump clean and I fall up in cream

Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski

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 sleep in

'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo

Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo

Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Yo, yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like everyday

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'

And parties don't stop till eight in the mornin'