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Jermaine Dupri( Jermaine Dupri Mauldin )
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Welcome To Atlanta feat:Ludacris
Lyricist:Christopher B Bridges, Jermaine Dupri, J Fletcher, J Hutchins, Freddie Perren, L Smith, Christine Yarian
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
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're 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 lose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin' in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n, fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Yo, uh, 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 allinist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, gentleman'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'
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