Lyrical Breakdown of Welcome To Atlanta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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'