“Welcome To Atlanta Remix Lyrics” sung by Jermaine Dupri represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Welcome To Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Remix) by Jermaine Dupri.
Welcome To Atlanta Remix Lyrics
[Jermaine Dupri {Ludacris}:] After the party, it’s the Waffle House (Yeah, uh-huh) If you ever been here, you know what I’m talkin about (Yeah, uh-huh) Where people don’t dance, all they do is this (Yeah, uh-huh) And after the original you know what it is (This is the remix!) {Welcome to Atlanta}
[Jermaine Dupri:] Remix, it had to go down I got somethin’ else to tell you (Ugh) ’bout the new Motown Where people don’t visit, they move out here And ain’t no tellin’ who you might see up in Lenox Square I don’t know about you, but I miss the Freaknik (Ugh) ‘Cause that’s where my city use to be real sick (C’mon) People from other cities used to drive for miles Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (Ha)
I’m the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (Uh-huh) Make my own moves, call me the mayor Monday night, you know things change with time Magic City Back lookin’ like ’89 All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (Woo) (Tuesday night) The Velvet Room, same s^^t Wednesday, Strokers, I don’t go no mo’ ‘Cause 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 Sharkbar be poppin’ like it’s a nightclub 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
[P. Diddy:] Ayo, I’m from New York, man! Representin’ NYC to the fullest (Where New York at? Where New York at?) Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin’ when New York be bussin’ Take that
Welcome to New York, motherf^^kers, where we don’t play And out-of-towners get got like everyday And a gangsta’s a gangsta in every way Sittin’ low on 22’s; this what long money do (C’mon) Now the don’s on it, Diddy shine on it (That’s right) 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 Bungalow 8
Tuesday, I’m in Spa, drunk, doin’ the shake And for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks (Let’s go) You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (That’s right)
Hot now top down at the Rucker game New coupe, no roof, playa, what’s my name? (Woo) Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten Uptown, what now?! Let’s make it happen
New York If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere We still here! And we buildin’ four more new towers!
[Murphy Lee:] 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 us 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 Louie Sip Louis, 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 a^^es
I call ’em “gimme girls,” they always tell me I can have it All got habits, marijuana to static By two cats and coats with automatics (Rrrah) St. Louis, the Truth like Sojourner (Wha) Don’t need a burner we learn from Ike Turner (Wha) I tried to told ya don’t cross that bridge (Wha) Without permission from the St. Lunatics
[Jermaine Dupri:] 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 a little bit about where he come from
[Snoop Dogg (Jermaine Dupri):] Palm trees, bad b^^ches and wannabes (Uh-uh) O.G.’s like me eatin’ on pollaseeds Now and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees Real n^^gas from the set I hardly ever seen (Yeah) Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (Woo) A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur (Haha) Doggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall Like Kobe to Shaq so take that (Take that, take that) Long Beach is on the motherf^^kin map The city by the sea, R.I.P JD (That’s me), you know about the LBC (Uh-huh) My n^^gas love the Steelers, cold hearted killas Real cap peelers, real n^^gas feel us Ain’t no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers (Oh) B^^g diggy dang dang Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang Yeah we do the d^^n thang (Do the d^^n thang) Go to Pomona, scoop up Kokane 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 (Yeah) Crank up the beat, raise up the heat I’m throwin’ a block party on 2-1 Street, fo’ sho’
[Jermaine Dupri:] Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’ And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the morning
[Ludacris:] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on them things like every day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’ And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the morning
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