*featuring Ludacris, Murphy Lee, P.Diddy, Snoop Dog
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[Intro: Jermaine Dupri]
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After the party it's the Waffle House
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If you ever been here you know what I'm talkin about
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Where people don't dance all they do is this
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And after the original you know what it is
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[Ludacris]
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Welcome to Atlanta
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[Jermaine Dupri]
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Remix it had to go down
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I got somethin else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
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Where people don't visit, they move out here
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And ain't no tellin who you might see up in Lennox Square
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I don't know about you but I miss the freaknik
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Cause that's where my city use to be real slick
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People from other cities use to drive from miles
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Just to come to get a taste of this A.T.L style
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I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
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Make my own moves, call me the mayor
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Monday night you know things change with time
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Magic sittin 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 the 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 deck then hittin Jazzy Tee's, holla!!!
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[P. Diddy]
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Ay yo I'm from New York man!!!
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Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest
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I pull it, Heads be duckin in New York be bussin
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Take that....
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[P. Diddy]
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Welcome To New York mutha fuckas, where we don't play
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And out of towners get got like everyday
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And a gangstas a gangsta in every way
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Sittin on twenty two's this 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 and hay lo sippin cris and we straight
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Monday we go to Bungalow 8
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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 coup 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,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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[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 a 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 Houie one of the best in the Louie
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Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louie
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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 exstatic
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By two cats and coats with automatics
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St. Louis, 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 those St. Lunatics
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[Jermaine Dupri Talking]
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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 where he come from
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[Snoop Dogg]
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Palm trees bad bitches and wanna bees
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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 niggas from the set I'm hardly ever seened
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Mostly heard us sell a bird off the cizzurb
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They movin yep, we hop and then we swizzurve
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Alot of homies like to wear there pizzerm
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Hair longer than hers short with the fizzurbs
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Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog
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Like Kobe to Shaq now take that
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(Jermaine Dupri: Take that take that)
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Long Beach is on the mother fuckin map
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And sittin by the sea, R.I.P.
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JD, you know about the L.B.C.
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Blood and stellas, cold hearted killas
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Real cop pillas, real shot fillas
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Ain't no squeelas, alot of dopes dealers
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Bang diggy dang dang d |