LUDACRIS - Welcome To Atlanta Remix lyrics

rate me

After the party it's the Waffle House

If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin' about

Where people don't dance, all they do is this

And after the original you know what it is

Welcome to Atlanta

Remix, it had to go down

I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown

Where people don't visit, they move out here

And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lennox Square

I don't know about you but I miss the FreakNic

'Cuz that's where my city use to be real sick

People from other cities use to drive for miles

Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L. style

I'm the M.B.P., most ballinist player

Make my own moves, call me the mayor

Monday night you know things change with time

Magic City back lookin' like eighty-nine

All my homies on the southside up in the Ritz

Tuesday night, the Velvet Room, same shit

Wednesday strokers, I don't go no mo'

'Cuz they don't know how to treat you

When you come through the do'

Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to Fuel

And I be up in the booth drunk actin' a fool

Friday night, at Kaya they still got love

And the Shark Bar be poppin' like it's a night club

Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy

You can find me up in One Tweezy

Sunday, gettin' me some sleep please

I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla

Aiyyo, I'm from New York man, I'm from New York

Representin' N.Y.C. to the fullest

Where New York at? Where New York at?

Gats I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bustin'

Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah, ahh

Take that

Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play

And out of towners get got like everyday

And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way

Sittin' on twenty-two's, that's what long money do

Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it

Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it

Sunday we layin' low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight

Monday we go to Bungalo Eight

Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin' the shake

And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks

You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk

The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York

Hot now, top down at the Rucker game

New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name?

Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten

Uptown, what now? Let's make it happen

New York motherfuckers

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere

We still here, and we buildin' four more new towers

Motherfuckers

Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip

I'm a Lunatic with too much grip to let her slip

I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist

I was like, "The Waterboy," now they sayin', "You can do it"

I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis

Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis

Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces

Old school cars be trailblazin' like Portland

The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses

I call 'em gimme girls, they always tell me I can have it

All got habits, marijuana to static

By two cats in coats with automatics

St. Louis is the truth like Sojourner

Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner

I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge

Without permission from them St. Lunatics

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Ladies and gentlemen

We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight

He just came from off tour

And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from

Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez

O.G.'s like me eatin' on polyseeds

Now and laters, jellybeans, and wallabees

Real niggaz from the set I hardly ever seen

Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb

And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve

A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm

Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur

Doggy dizzogg you know I like 'em dizzogg

Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that

(Take that, take that)

Long Beach is on the motherfuckin' map

The city by the sea, R.I.P.

J.D., you know about the L.B.C.

My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers

Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us

Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers

Bang diggy, dang, dang, dogg pound gangsta crip gang

Yeah, we do the damn thang

Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine

Head to the church house to get a little workout

Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up

It's all on me I got a scenery to stank up

Crank up the beat, raise up the heat

I'm thrownin' a block party on two one streets, fo' sho

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta

(Hey)

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta

(Hey)

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'

Welcome to Atlanta

(Hey)

And we ride on dem thangs like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mo'nin'