(Intro: JD)
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After the party its the waffle house
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if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about
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where people dont dance all they do is this
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and after the original u know what it is.
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(JD)
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welcome to atlanta remix it had to go down
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i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown
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where the people dont visit they move out here
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and aint no tellin who u might see up in lennox square
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i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic
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cuz thats where my city use to be real sick
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people from other cities use to drive from miles
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just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style
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i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa
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make my own moves, call me the mayor
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monday night u know things change with time
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magic city back lookin like eighty-nine
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All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz
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Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit
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Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo'
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Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do'
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Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel
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And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool
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Friday night, at Kaya they still got love
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And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club
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Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy
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You can find me up in One Tweezy
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Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!!
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I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!!
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[P. Diddy]
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Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York!
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Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest
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Where New York at? Where New York at?
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Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin
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Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah - AHHHHHHHH!
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Take that..
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[P. Diddy]
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Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play
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And out of towners get got like everyday
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And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way
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Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do
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Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it
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Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
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Sunday we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight
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Monday we go to Bungalo Eight
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Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin the shake
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And for the rest of the week we just follow the freaks
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You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
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The way that we talk, cocky the state of New York
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Hot now, top down at the Rucker game
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New coupe, no roof, playa what's my name?
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Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
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Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen
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[P. Diddy Talkin]
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New York motherfuckers!
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If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
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We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!!
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FUCKERS!
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[Murphy Lee]
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Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip
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I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let her slip
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I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist
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I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!"
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I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louis
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Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis
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Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
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Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland
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The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
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I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it
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All got habits, marijuana ecstatic
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Buy two cats and coats with automatics
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St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+
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Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner
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I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge
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Without permission from them St. Lunatics
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Yo-yo-yo-yo
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Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
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He just came from off tour
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And he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez
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O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds
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Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees
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Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen
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Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb
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And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve
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A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm
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Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur
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Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog
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Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that
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(Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that)
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Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
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The city by the sea, R.I.P.
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J.D., you know about the L.B.C.
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My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers
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| Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel u |
