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Published on Apr 1, 2009
Verse 1: [Ludacris]
Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, Jack 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, JD in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme, Skatin' down old Nat, gat tucked and lean, I split ya spleen, as matter a 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 perscribed anti-histemines. Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork, Only silverware I need is a steak knife and a fork. Did you forget your fucking manners, I'm Bruce with banners, Ludacris, Johnny rockets when I shoot the cannon, The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth bitch bite your tounge, I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites will come. I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus, So I stripped them off the wall, waiting for my cue to corner pocket 8-balls, You rack' 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up, In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck, I can't lose with 22s bitch that's whats up. Runnin' in the back the fuck, Better than the aquaduct, Chil-li-li-li-li-li-li-li-n... what
[JD] Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play, And we ride on them things like everyday, Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
[Ludacris] Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play, And we ride on them things like everyday, Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin' And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Verse 2: [Jermaine Dupri]
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in, And I usually don't leave until the thing ends, But in the meantime, in between time, You work your thing, I'll work mine. I been puttin' it down here since '83, Since the Lake Shore/MD rivalry, More froze than bad ice, With a place to be, If you was ridin' you was bumpin' your homie Shadi, I'm the MBP, Most Ballenous 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 Stroker's on Lean, Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream, Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Skeen, Right on the floor 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!