Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta lyrics
[Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta lyrics]
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta
Jackin' hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin the clothes
Adolescent packin a four a knock on the door
(Who is it?) I would happen to know
The one with the flow
(Who did it?) It was me, I suppose
JD in the Rolls
And Luda's in the Cut Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
I split your spleen as a matter of fact
I split your 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 so 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 whites'll come
I pulled 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 is the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two
Bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck
Better that than the aquaduct
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 dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Yo, uhh
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave
Until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lakeshore mD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin
You was bumping to homie Shy-D
I'm the MBP, Most Ballin-ist 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 Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' 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
Y yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta
Jackin' hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin the clothes
Adolescent packin a four a knock on the door
(Who is it?) I would happen to know
The one with the flow
(Who did it?) It was me, I suppose
JD in the Rolls
And Luda's in the Cut Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
I split your spleen as a matter of fact
I split your 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 so 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 whites'll come
I pulled 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 is the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two
Bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck
Better that than the aquaduct
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 dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Yo, uhh
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave
Until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin it down here since eighty-three
Since the Lakeshore mD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin
You was bumping to homie Shy-D
I'm the MBP, Most Ballin-ist 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 Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the flo' 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
Y yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin
And parties don't stop 'til
Eight in the mo'nin