Listen to Welcome To Atlanta (feat. P. Diddy, Snoop Dogg & Murphy Lee) [Coast 2 Coast Radio Remix] by Jermaine Dupri

Welcome To Atlanta (feat. P. Diddy, Snoop Dogg & Murphy Lee) [Coast 2 Coast Radio Remix]

Jermaine Dupri

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Jermaine Dupri - Welcome To Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Remix) (Dirty)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Performer

P. Diddy

Performer

Snoop Dogg

Performer

Murphy Lee

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Composer

Murphy Lee

Composer

Christopher Bridges

Christopher Bridges

Composer

Calvin Broadus

Composer

Cameron Mosely

Songwriter

Christine Yarian

Christine Yarian

Composer

Fred Perren

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Jermaine Dupri Mauldin

Producer

Bryan-Michael Cox

Bryan-Michael Cox

Co-Producer

Jeff Vereb

Recording Engineer

Brian Frye

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

After the party it's the Waffle House

If you ever been here, you know what I'm talking about

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

And after the original, you know what it is

[Verse 2]

Welcome to Atlanta

Remix, it had to go down

I got something else to tell you about the new Motown

Where people don't visit, they move out here

And ain't no telling who you might see up in Lenox Square

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

'Cause that's when my city used to be real sick

People from other cities used to drive for miles

Just to come and get a taste of this ATL style

I'm the MVP, most ballin-est player

Make my own moves, call me the mayor

Monday night, you know things change with time

Magic City back looking like '89

All the homies on the South Side up in the Ritz

Tuesday night, The Velvet Room, same ****

Wednesday, Strokers, I don't go no more

'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door

Thursday night was Plush, but we moved a few

And I be up in the booth drunk, acting a fool

Friday night at Kaya, they still got love

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

Saturday still off the heezey fo' sheezy

You could fire me up in one tweezy

Sunday, getting me some sleep, please

I'm on my way to the deck to hit Jazzy T's, holla

[Verse 3]

Representing the NYC to the fullest

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

Take that

[Verse 4]

Welcome to New York, where we don't play

And out-of-towners get got like every day

And a gangster's a gangster in every way

Sitting on 22s, 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, laying low in Halo

Sipping Cris and we straight

Monday we go to Bungalow 8

Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doing 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, player, what's my name?

Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten

Uptown, what now? Let's make it happen

[Verse 5]

New York

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

We still here and we building four more new towers

[Verse 6]

Who say Saint 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 Saint Louis, ask my tattooist

I was like the Water Boy, now they saying "You can do it!"

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

Sip Louis, **** Louis, dressed in Louis

Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces

Old school cars be trailblazing like Portland

The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses

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

All got habits, **** extatic

Buy two cats and coats with automatics

Saint Louis is the truth like Sojourner

Don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner

I tried to told ya, don't cross that bridge

Without permission from them Saint Lunatics

[Verse 7]

Ladies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dog in the house tonight

He just came from off tour

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

[Verse 8]

Palm trees, bad **** them wannabes

OGs like me eating on polyseeds

Now an Laters, jellybeans and wallabies

Real **** from the set of hardly ever seen

Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb

Then when we dip, we hop it then we swizzerve

A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm

Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzurs

Doggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall

Like Kobe to Shaq so take that

Long beach is on the **** map

The city by the sea RIP JD

You know about the LBC

Love them stealers, cold-hearted killers

Real cap pealers, real **** feel us

Ain't no squealers, a lot of ****

Bang-diggy-dang-dang

Dogg Pound gangster Crip gang

Yeah, we do the damn thing

Go to Pomona scoop up Kokane

Head to the church house to get a little work out

Smoke out, drank up, now put your bank up

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

Crank up the beat, raise up the heat

I'm throwing a block party on 2 1 street, fo' sho'

[Verse 9]

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey

And we ride on them things like every day

Big beats hit streets, see gangsters roaming

And parties don't stop till 8 in the morning

Welcome to Atlanta where the players play

And we ride on them things like every day

Big beats hit streets, see gangsters roaming

And parties don't stop till 8 in the morning

Written by: Calvin Broadus, Cameron Mosely, Christine Yarian, Christopher Bridges, Fred Perren, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, Murphy Lee

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