yeah

(ludacris)

Welcome to atlanta, jack and hammer and vouges'
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 rollz and luda's in the cutt supreme
Skatin' down old nat, gat tooked and lean
I split your spleen, as matter'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 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? i'm loose with banners
Ludacris, johnny rockets when i shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth, saber tooth, bitch bite your tounge
I won't stop until i'm rich as them whites'll come
I pull up in the black lotus, your plaques are bogus
So i stripped them off the wall
Waiting for my cue to corner pocked eight-balls
You rackin' '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 22's, bitch that's what's up
Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aqueduct
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 gangstas 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 every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangstas roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin

(jd)
Now the party don't start 'til i walk in
And i usually don't 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 bumpin to homie shadi
I'm the mbp, most ballernous player
Make my own rules bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, gentleman's club
Tuesday night i'm in the velvet room, getting fucked up
Wednesday, i'm at strokers on lean
Thursday, jump clean, and i fall up in cream
Friday, shark bar kyar 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'll be at it again, holla!

(chorus x2)