Welcome To Atlanta (feat Ludacris) Lyrics

Welcome To Atlanta (feat Ludacris) lyrics

Ludacris]
Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and voges
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 Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin
down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean
I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split
ya team
No blood on the sneak's, gottsta keep it so my kicks is clean
I
get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
Im allergic to 'doc perscribed
anti-histemines
Oink Oink, Pig Pig, do away with the pork
Only siguar
needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners, Im loose
with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when i shoot the cannon
The Wooley
mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tounge
I wont stop until Im rich as
them white-boy 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
eight balls
You rackin' 'em up, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em
up
In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
I cant loose with
22"s, Bitch thats whats up
Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better
than aquaduct
chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what

[Chorus]

(JD)
Yo,
Yo.. Yo..Yo, Yo,
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we ride on
them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's
roamin'
And parties dont stop til' eight in the
mornin'

(Ludacris)
Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
And we
ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's
roamin'
And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'

[JD]
Now
the party dont start 'til I walk in
And I usually dont leave until the thing
ends
But in the mean-time, in between time
You work yo thing, I'll work
mine
I been puttin' it down here since 83'
Since the late show MD
rivalry
More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
If you was ridin, you
was ballin to homie Shadi
Im the MBP, Most Ballernous Player
Make my own
rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday
night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up
Wednesday, Im at strokers
on lean
Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream
Friday, shark br
kyack with Frank Skeem, 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 sleepin'
Cause on Monday we be at it
again, Holla!

[Chorus 2x]