Ludacris - Welcome To Atlanta lyrics

[Ludacris:] Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers 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 JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned 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 so 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 f**in manners, I'm Bruce with Banners Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, b**h 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, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, b**h that's what's up Runnin in the back to f**, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? [Jermaine Dupri:] 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 [J.D. followed by Ludacris:] 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 dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin [Jermaine Dupri:] 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 M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own rules, b**h call me the mayor Monday night, Gentlemen's Club Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin f**ed 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! [Jermaine Dupri:] 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 [J.D. followed by Ludacris:] 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 [x2]