Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Jermaine Dupri + Ludacris After the party it's the Waffle House If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about Where people don't dance all they do is this And after the original you know what it is Welcome to Atlanta [Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri] Remix, it had to go down I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown Where people don't visit, they move out here And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lenox Square I don't know about you but I miss the Freaknik Cause that's where my city use to be real slick People from other cities used to drive for miles Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night you know things change with time Magic sittin' back lookin' like 89 All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same sh** Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do' Thursday night, was Plush but we moved the fuel And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool Friday night, at Kaya they still got love And the Sharkbar we poppin' like it's a night club Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday gettin' me some sleep, please I'm on my way to the deck then hittin' Jazzy Tee's, holla [Interlude: P. Diddy] Ayo, I'm from New York man! Representin' N.Y.C. to the fullest I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin Take that [Verse 2: P. Diddy] Welcome To New York motherf**ers, where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangstas a gangsta in every way Sittin' low on 22's; this what long money do Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin' low at Halo, sippin' Cris and we straight Monday we go to Bungalow 8 Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin' the shake And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, co*ky the state of New York Hot now top down at the Rucker's game New coupe, no roof playa, what's my name? Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown what now?! let's make it happen [Interlude 2: P. Diddy] New York, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here! And we buildin' four more new towers! [Verse 3: Murphy Lee] Who say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like the waterboy now they sayin you can do it I'm Baby Houie one of the best in the Louie Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie Home of back porches, chucks, and air forces Old school cars be trailblazin' like Portland The girls are the best like Travis with fat a**es I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it All got habits Marijuana exstatic By two cats and coats with automatics St. Louis, the truth like Sojourner Don't need a burner we learn from Ike Turner I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge Without permission from those St. Lunatics [Interlude 3: Jermaine Dupri] Yo, yo, yo, yo Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight He just came from off tour And he wanna tell y'all little bit where he come from [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg + Jermaine Dupri] Palm trees bad b**hes and wanna bees O.G.'s like me eatin' on polyseeds Now laters, jellybeans, and wallabees Real n***as from the set I'm hardly ever seened Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb They movin' yep, we hop and then we swizzurve Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog Like Kobe to Shaq now take that Take that, take that Long Beach is on the mother f**in map And sittin by the sea, R.I.P JD, you know about the L.B.C Blood and stellas, cold hearted k**as Real cop pillas, real shot fillas Ain't no squeelas, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, c**aine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoked out drink up, now put ya bank up It's all on me I got a scenery too stank up Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I'm throwin' a block party on two one streets, fo' sho [Outro: Jermaine Dupri + Ludacris] Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning