Letra de Welcome to Atlanta

YeahWelcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and voguesBack to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to knowThe one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I supposeJ-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt SupremeSkatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and leanI split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya teamNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is cleanI get the cream, cops see me flick my beamsI'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistaminesOink oink, pig pig, do away with the porkOnly silverware I needs a steak knife and a forkDid you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannonThe wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongueI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll comeI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogusSo I stripped them off the wallWaitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em upI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em upIn fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truckI can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's upRunnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaductChil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?(Jermaine Dupri)Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yoY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yoYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yoY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo(Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris)Welcome to Atlanta where the players playAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery dayBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roaminAnd parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'ninWelcome to Atlanta where the players playAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery dayBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roaminAnd parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin(Jermaine Dupri)Yo, uhhNow the party don't start 'til I walk inAnd I usually don't leave until the thang endsBut in the meantime, in between timeYou work yo' thing, I'll work mineI been puttin it down here since eighty-threeSince the Lake Show/MD rivalryWhen +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to beIf you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-DI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist PlayerMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayorMonday night, +Gentlemen's Club+Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked upWednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on leanThursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank SkiRight on the flo' is where you can find meSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezyYou can find me up in +One-Tweezy+Sunday, is when I get my sleep inCause on Monday we be at it again, holla!(Jermaine Dupri)Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yoY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yoYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yoY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo(Chorus) - repeat 2X