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 prescribed 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 tongue   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 Im 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, chillin' 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   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      I'm the MBP, 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      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   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'      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   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'