Song Review: Welcome to Atlanta Song by Jermaine Dupri
Welcome to Atlanta is a classic hip-hop song by Jermaine Dupri featuring Ludacris. Released in 2002, the song is an ode to the city of Atlanta, Georgia, and celebrates the city’s vibrant hip-hop culture and nightlife.
The song’s beat is infectious, with a bouncing bassline and catchy melody that make it impossible not to bob your head along to the rhythm. Jermaine Dupri’s flow is smooth and effortless, and he delivers his verses with a laid-back confidence that perfectly captures the vibe of the city. Ludacris’s guest verse is also excellent, adding a touch of energy and intensity to the track.
Welcome to Atlanta is all about celebrating the city’s unique culture and nightlife. The verses are full of references to Atlanta’s famous strip clubs, clubs, and party scene, as well as shoutouts to local landmarks and neighborhoods. The chorus, which features a call-and-response between Dupri and Ludacris, is simple but effective, with a memorable hook that’s easy to sing along to.
Welcome to Atlanta is a fantastic hip-hop track that perfectly captures the essence of its titular city. It’s a fun, upbeat song that’s perfect for any party or celebration, and its infectious energy and catchy hook make it a timeless classic of the genre. If you’re a fan of hip-hop or just looking for a great party anthem, you can’t go wrong with this one.
Welcome To Atlanta Lyrics
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin’ hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin’ and jackin’ the clothes
Adolescent packin’ a four
A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know
The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose
JD in the Rolls, and Luda’s in the Cut Supreme
Skatin’ down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
I’m allergic so doc’ prescribed antihistamines
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? I’m Bruce with banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon
The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue
I won’t stop until I’m rich as them whites’ll come
I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waitin’ for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin ’em up
I’m big paper like pancakes, stackin’ ’em up
In fact, I’m slappin’ ’em up, Cadillac is the truck
I can’t lose with 22, bitch, that’s what’s up
Runnin’ in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n… fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’ (uh-huh)
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin’ (yo, huh)
Now the party don’t start ’til I walk in
And I usually don’t leave until the thang ends
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo’ thing, I’ll work mine
I been puttin’ it down here since ’83
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin’, you was bumpin’ to homie Shy-D
I’m the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen’s Club
Tuesday night, I’m up in the Velvet Room, gettin’ fucked up
Wednesday, I’m at Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the flo’ 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!
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin’
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin’
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Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin’
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin’
And parties don’t stop ’til eight in the mornin’
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