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[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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J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme |
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Skatin down old Nat, Gat tooked 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 sneak's, 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 siguar needs 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 Im rich as them white-boy 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, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up |
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In fact Im 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, runnin better than 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 late show 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 Ballernous Player |
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Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor |
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Monday night, Gentlemen's Club |
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Tuesday night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up |
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Wednesday, Im 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 Skeem, 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! |
