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Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' 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 Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya 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 to doc' prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware, I needs 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 sabretooth, 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 and the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up
Runnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct
Chillin', flippin', 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 every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
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 Lake 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 M.B.P., Most Ballinist 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 every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'