Lyrics Welcome To Atlanta (Feat. Ludacris)

[Ludacris]
Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescents 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 ol' Nat, Gat tucked and leaned
I'll split ya spleen, as matter a fact I'll 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 to 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 Rocket's when I shoot the cannons
The Wooley Mammoth, Sabertooth, bitch bite ya tongue
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites all come
I pull up in the black Lotus, ya plaques are bogus
So I stripped 'em 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, Cadillacin' the trucks
I can't lose with 22's, bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back the fuck, better than in the aqueduct
chil-li-li-li-li-n flim-in-in-in-im-in-in-in? WHAT

[Chorus - Jermaine Dupri]
Welcome to Atlanta where the playaz play
And we ride on them thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangstas roamin'
And parties don't stop til 8 in the mornin'
[Ludacris]
Welcome to Atlanta where the playaz play
And we ride on them thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangstas roamin'
And parties don't stop til 8 in the mornin'

[Jermaine Dupri]
Now the party don't start til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
But in the mean-time, in-between time
You work yo thang, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since '83
Since the Late Show MD rivalry
We're froze on bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumpin' that homie Sade
I'm the MBP, Most Ballinest Player
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 Stroker's on Lean
Thursday, jump clean then I fall up in cream
Friday, Shark Bar Kayak with Frank Skeem, right on the flo' is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy fasheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy
Sunday, is when I get my sleep in
Cuz on Monday we be at it again, holla

[Chorus 2x]