Welcome to Atlanta

Yeah
 Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
 Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
 Adolescent packin' a four
 A knock on the door (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 your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your 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 need's 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, saber-tooth, 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 rackin 'em up
 I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
 In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck
 I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up
 Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct
 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery day
 Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)
 And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)
 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 '83
 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 Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)
 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 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery day
 Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
 And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
 Yeah
 Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
 Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
 Adolescent packin' a four
 A knock on the door (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 your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your 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 need's 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, saber-tooth, 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 rackin 'em up
 I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
 In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck
 I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up
 Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct
 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery day
 Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)
 And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)
 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 '83
 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 Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)
 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 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery 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 ev-ery day
 Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
 And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'