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 wouldn't 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
  Im allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines
  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, Im loose with banners
  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when i shoot the cannon
  The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tounge
  I wont stop until Im 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, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
  In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Caddillac is a truck
  I cant lose with 22"s, Bitch thats whats up
  Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aquaduct
  chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what
  
  [Chorus]
  
  (JD)
  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 dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
  
  (Ludacris)
  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 dont stop til' eight in the mornin'
  
  [JD]
  Now the party dont start 'til I walk in
  And I usually dont 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
  Im the MBP, Most Ballingest Player
  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
  Tuesday night, Im up in the velvet room, gettin fucked up
  Wednesday, Im at strokers on lean
  Thursday, jump clean, and I fall up in cream
  Friday, shark or 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 sleep in
  Cause on Monday we be at it again, Holla!
  
  [Chorus 2x]