Lời bài hát: Jermaine Dupri. Welcome To Atlanta (Remix).

Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers 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

JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya spleen as a matter of 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 antihistamines
Oink oink, pig, pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs 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 woolly 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 an' the truck
I can't lose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better than the aquaduct
Chil-l-lin', flip-p-pin', what?

Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, yo
Y-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every 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 every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'

Yo, uh, 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 eighty-three
Since the Lake Show, MD rivalry
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
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, 'Gentle men'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-y-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like every 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 every day
Big beats, hit streets see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'