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Ludacris
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Welcome 2 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 I'm allergic to 'doc perscribed 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 Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tounge I won't stop until I'm 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, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck
I can't loose with 22's, bitch, that's what's up Runnin' in the back, the fuck, runnin' better than aquaduct Chil-li-li-lin', 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 don't stop til' eight in the mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta, where the playas play 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And we ride on them things, like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsta's roamin' And parties don't stop til' eight in the mornin'
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 ballin' to homie, Shadi
Im the M B P, most ballernous player Make my own rules, bitch, call me The Mayor Monday night, Gentlemen's Club Tuesday night, I'm up in the velvet room, gettin' fucked up
Wednesday, I'm at strokers on lean Thursday, jump clean and I fall up in cream Friday, shark bar kyack 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
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 don't 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 don't stop til' eight in the mornin'
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