Welcome to Atlanta Karaoke - Jermaine Dupri & Ludacris

This title is a cover version of Welcome to Atlanta as made famous by Jermaine Dupri
feat. Ludacris

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 96 BPM

In the same key as the original: E♭m

Duration: 03:23 - Sample at: 01:20

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2001
Genres: Rap & Hip Hop, In English
Original songwriter: John B Fletcher, Christine Yarian, Freddie Perren, Ludacris, Jermaine Dupri, Jalil Hutchins, Lawrence Smith

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Lyrics Welcome to Atlanta

Yeah

Welcome to Atlanta

Jackin' hammers and vogues

Back to the mackin' and jacki' 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 leaned

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 so doc' prescribed antihistamines

Oink oink pig pig

Do away with the pork

Only silverware I need's 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-toothed

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'n the truck

I can't loose with twenty-two bitch that's what's up

Runnin' in the back to fuck

Better tha-than the aqueduct

Chil-li-li-li-li-li-li-lin'

Fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n' what

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 'till 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'

Uh huh

And parties don't stop 'till eight in the mornin'

Yo uh

Now the party don't start 'till 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 Lakeshore-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

Gentlemen's Club

I'm up in the Velvet Room

Gettin' fucked up

I'm at Strokers on lean

Jump Clean then I fall up in Kream

Shark Bar

Kaya with Frank Ski

Right on the floor is where you can find me

Is off the heezy fo' sheezy

You can find me up in One-Tweezy

Is when I get my sleep in 'cos on Monday we be at it again holla

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 'till 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 'till 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 'till 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 'till eight in the mornin'

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