[Ludacris]
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Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues'
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Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin a fo'
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A knock on the do', who is it?
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I would happen to know, the one with the flow
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Who did it?, it was me I suppose
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JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
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Skatin down old Nat, Gat tucked and lean
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I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team
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No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
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I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
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Im allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines
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Oink Oink, Pig Pig, do away with the pork
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Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork
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Did you forget your fuckin' manners, Im loose with banners
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Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
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The Wooley Mammoth Saber-Tooth, bitch bite your tounge
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I wont stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come
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I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus
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So I stripped them off the wall
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Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls
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You rackin' 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
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In fact I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
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I cant loose with 22"s, Bitch thats whats up
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Runnin in the back the fuck, better than in the aquaduct
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chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what
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[Chorus]
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[JD]
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Yo, Yo.. Yo..Yo, Yo,
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Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
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And we ride on them things like every day
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Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
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And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
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[Ludacris]
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Welcome to Atlanta where the playas play
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And we ride on them things like every day
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Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin'
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And parties dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
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[JD]
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Now the party dont start 'til I walk in
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And I usually dont leave until the thing ends
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But in the mean-time, in between time
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You work yo thing, I'll work mine
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I been puttin' it down here since 83'
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Since the Lakeshore/MD rivalry
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More froze than bad ice, with a place to be
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If you was ridin', you was ballin' to homie Shadi
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Im the MBP, Most Ballin-est Player
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Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
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Monday night, Gentleman's Club
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Tuesday night, I'm up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up
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Wednesday, I'm at strokers on lean
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Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream
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Friday, Shark Bar Kyack with Frank Ski, right on the floor is where you can
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find me
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Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy, you can find me up in one-tweezy
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Sunday, is when I get my sleepin'
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Cause on Monday we be at it again, Holla!
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[Chorus] x2
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Welcome to Atlanta
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Ludacris |