Welcome To Atlanta (coast 2 Coast Remix) Lyrics - P. Diddy

(Intro: JD) 

After the party its the waffle house 

if u ever been there u know what i'm talkin about 

where people dont dance all they do is this 

and after the original u know what it is. 

(JD) 

welcome to atlanta remix it had to go down 

i got somethin else to tell u bout the new motown 

where the people dont visit they move out here 

and aint no tellin who u might see up in lennox square 

i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 

'cause thats where my city use to be real sick 

people from other cities use to drive from miles 

just to get a taste of this A.T.L. style 

i'm the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa 

make my own moves, call me the mayor 

monday night u know things change with time 

magic city back lookin like eighty-nine 

All the homies on the southside up in the Ritz 

Tuesday night, the Velvet Room same shit 

Wednesday Strokers I don't go no mo' 

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

Thursday night, was Plush but we moved to fuel 

And I be up in the booth drunk actin a fool 

Friday night, at Kaya they still got love 

And the Sharkbar we poppin like it's a night club 

Saturday still off the heezy fo' sheezy 

You can find me up in One Tweezy 

Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! 

I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! 

[P. Diddy] 

Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! 

Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest 

Where New York at? Where New York at? 

Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when New York be bustin 

Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah - AHHHHHHHH! 

Take that.. 

[P. Diddy] 

Welcome to New York motherfuckers where we don't play 

And out of towners get got like everyday 

And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way 

Sittin on twenty-two's, 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 we layin low in Halo, sippin Cris' and we straight 

Monday we go to Bungalo Eight 

Tuesday I'm in spa drunk doin 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, playa what's my name? 

Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten 

Uptown, what now?! Let's make it happen 

[P. Diddy Talkin] 

New York motherfuckers! 

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

We still here!! And we buildin four more new towers!!! 

FUCKERS! 

[Murphy Lee] 

Who say St. 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 St. Louis, ask my tatooist 

I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "YOU CAN DO IT!" 

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

Sip Louie smoke louie, dressed in Louis 

Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces 

Old school cars be trailblazin like Portland 

The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses 

I call 'em gimme girls they always tell me I can have it 

All got habits, marijuana ecstatic 

Buy two cats and coats with automatics 

St. Louis is the +Truth+ like +Sojourner+ 

Don't need a burna we learn from Ike Turner 

I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge 

Without permission from them St. Lunatics 

[Jermaine Dupri] 

Yo-yo-yo-yo 

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

He just came from off tour 

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

[Snoop Dogg] 

Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabeez 

O.G.'s like me eatin on polyseeds 

Now & Laters, jellybeans, and wallabees 

Real niggaz from the south I hardly ever seen 

Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb 

And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve 

A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm 

Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur 

Doggy dizzog you know I like 'em dizzog 

Like Kobe to Shaq, so take that 

(Jermaine Dupri: Take that, take that) 

Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map 

The city by the sea, R.I.P. 

J.D., you know about the L.B.C. 

My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers 

Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us 

Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers 

Bang diggy dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang 

Yeah we do the damn thang 

Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine 

Head to the church house to get a little workout 

Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up 

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

Crank up the beat, raise up the heat 

I'm thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho 

[Jermaine Dupri] 

Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! 

And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day 

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin 

And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin 

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