Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to Atlanta, artist - Jermaine Dupri. Date of issue: 29.10.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome to Atlanta |
| Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues' |
| 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, gotta 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 silverware I need is 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 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 |
| 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' |
| 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' |
| 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 bumpin' your 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 Bar, Kaya 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! |