Song: Welcome To Atlanta ~~ 2001 ~~ 3:20
Artist: Jermaine Dupri featuring Ludacris
LP/CD: Instructions ~~ So So Def ~~ 2001
Composers: Jermaine Dupri~Ludacris~K. Parker

Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin’ and jackin’ the clothes
Adolescent packin a four
A knock on the door (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 Cut’ Supreme
Skatin’ down old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split your spleen, as matter of fact I split your 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
I’m allergic, the doc prescribed anti-histamines
Oink-oink, pig-pig, do away with the pork
Only saguaro needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your f***in’ manners, I’m Bruce with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth saber tooth, b****, bite your tongue
I won’t stop until I’m rich as them whites’ll come
I pull up in a 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, Cadallacin’ the truck
I can’t loose with 22s, b****, that’s what’s up
Runnin’ in the back to f***, better than the Aqueduct
Chillin’, what

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Now the party don’t start till I walk in
And I usually don’t leave until the thing ends
But in the meantime, in-between time
You work your thing, I’ll work mine
I been puttin’ it down here since ‘83
Since the late show MP Rivalry
When Frozen Pad Ice was a place to be
If you was ridin’, you was bumpin’ to homey Shy-D
I’m the MBP, Most Ballinest Player
Make my own rules, b****, call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen’s Club
Tuesday night, I’m up in The Velvet Room gettin’ f***ed up
Wednesday I’m at Stroker’s on Lean
Thursday, jump clean and I fall up in cream
Friday, Shark Bar higher with Frank Scheme
Right on the floor is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy for sheezy
You can find me up in 1 tweezy
Sunday is when I get my sleep in
‘Cause on Monday we be at it again, hollar

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them things like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop till 8 in the mornin’

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 9, 2001