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(Ludacris)
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 J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, 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 wooly mammoth sabretooth, 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, Cadallac'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 aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris) Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, uhh 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, +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+, 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! (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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(feat.Jay-Z)
Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z (Jermaine Dupri) In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing Chorus (Jay-Z) Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*) |
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