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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kristal Oliver
Kristal Oliver
Additional Vocals
Big Boi
Big Boi
Vocals
Katrinia Carson
Katrinia Carson
Background Vocals
Shay Winans
Shay Winans
Background Vocals
Ciara
Ciara
Vocals
Scar
Scar
Vocals
Cheri Dennis
Cheri Dennis
Vocals
Dr. 305
Dr. 305
Programming
P. Diddy
P. Diddy
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwan Patton
Antwan Patton
Songwriter
C.P. Harris
C.P. Harris
Lyrics
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Clifford Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Kristal Oliver
Kristal Oliver
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hill
Nathaniel Hill
Songwriter
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Terrence Smith
Terrence Smith
Songwriter
Ciara
Ciara
Songwriter
Jacoby White
Jacoby White
Songwriter
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Boi
Big Boi
Co-Producer
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Danja
Danja
Producer
Andy Geel
Andy Geel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Carmouche
Chris Carmouche
Vocal Recording Engineer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Executive Producer
DuroCeo
DuroCeo
Mixing Engineer
J-Dub
J-Dub
Overdub Engineer
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Jordan "DJ Swivel" Young
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Khalil "BDK" Edwards
Khalil "BDK" Edwards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Recording Engineer
Pierre Medor
Pierre Medor
Vocal Producer
Shannon "Slam" Lawrence
Shannon "Slam" Lawrence
Vocal Producer
Steve Dickey
Steve Dickey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor AbiJaoudi II
Victor AbiJaoudi II
Vocal Recording Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

ATL Georgia To New York City The Kings have Arrived Let's Rock Let's Rock Don't Stop Let's Rock Hey Forever I'm on the grind My mind is already made up Sippin the finest wine It's private jets to Jamaica Everyday that i wake up I look up at Chirst and think Therefore he lifts me up So i don't see no haters Well let me get shit in order I got sumthin' for ya You ever seen a black man Walk on water? Nigga talk Shit to me And I'ma try to ignore ya Get Disrespectful And I'ma have to come for ya Don't keep it gangster with me now I don't wanna get your lawyers Cause my combo quick and They comin' like de la hoya Watch your ass in the streets Cause they will come for ya Don't ya wanna move Don't this make you wanna groove? If the feelin get to you It matters To get ya High Our music our music Come enjoy the fun Don't you wanna move Don't this make you wanna groove Does the feelin' get to you Then let Us get you High Our music our music Come enjoy the ride Need I remind yall I started from the bottom But I'm destined for the top And I ain't stoppin' Till I got em Call me clumsy for the way I'm droppin' records But they breakin' Still standin' Like the fuse on my cannon Blow away weight kid Top shelf you gotta reach high to be the best I'm like Hennessey and coke and XO And nothin' less I'm the nigga B.I.G I know you know the rest Suppose I was a toad And no I ain't gonna rest I'ma bang on And make this music that we sang on Like skunk pussy nigga Always got my stank on Hang on You wasn't shit before we came on You know you lame holmes You do the same song Over and over again Move out the game home Zero ziltch Not an eight Nathaniel Blow out ya candles You do your dope son Don't ya wanna move Don't this make ya wanna groove? If the feelin' get to you It matters To Get ya high Our music our music Come enjoy the fun Don't ya wanna move Don't this make ya wanna groove? If the feelin' get to you And let us get ya high Our music our music Come enjoy the ride Need I remind yall I started from the bottom But I'm destined for the top And I ain't stoppin' Till I got em Call me clumsy for the way I'm droppin' records But they breakin' Still standin' Like the fuse on my cannon Blow away kid Here we go back again Makin' that beat go bump In your back so hard Why do niggas act so hard I don't give a damn about a broad I ain't gotta floss in the fastlane Ride right past lane I'ma in the ATL flyin' down cascade Still getting money ain't nothin' change man Spend a couple mill Just to make my chain bling Zero ziltch Not an eight Nathaniel Blow out ya candles You doin' your dope son Don't ya wanna move Don't this make ya wanna groove If the feelin' get to you? It matters to get ya high Our music our music Come enjoy the fun Hey yo Ciara Take us home baby I feel high on the music I feel I might lose it It's talkin' through the melody I can hear it tellin' me to move I feel high on the music I feel I might lose it all It's talkin' through the melody I can hear it tellin' me to move Are you ready to press play? Are you ready to press play? Nah they ain't ready They don't believe me yet baby Y'all don't believe me yet?
Writer(s): Jacoby White, Sean J. Combs, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Clifford J. Harris, Ciara Princess Harris, Antwan Patton, Kristal O. Oliver, Terrence W. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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