Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta

[Ludacris]
Yeah
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo`
A knock on the do`, who is it? I would happen to know
The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose
J-D in the Rolls and Luda`s in the Cutt Supreme
Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean
I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya 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 to doc` prescribed antihistamines
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I needs 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 sabretooth, 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, Cadallac`n the truck
I can`t loose with twenty-two, bitch that`s what`s up
Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?

[Jermaine Dupri]
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

[Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris]
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 dont stop `til eight in the mo`nin

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 dont stop `til eight in the mo`nin

[Jermaine Dupri]
Yo, uhh
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 eighty-three
Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry
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
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!

[Jermaine Dupri]
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

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta [Ludacris] Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo` A knock on the do`, who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda`s in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya 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 to doc` prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs 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 sabretooth, 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, Cadallac`n the truck I can`t loose with twenty-two, bitch that`s what`s up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? [Jermaine Dupri] 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 [Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris] 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 dont stop `til eight in the mo`nin 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 dont stop `til eight in the mo`nin [Jermaine Dupri] Yo, uhh 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 eighty-three Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry 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 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! [Jermaine Dupri] 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 [Chorus] - repeat 2X Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Welcome to Atlanta: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/111/1/563.html Все тексты песен: Ludacris » Ludacris - P-Poppin` » Ludacris - Back for the First Time » Ludacris - Tickets Sold Out » Ludacris - Act A Fool » Ludacris - Cold Outside » Ludacris - What`s Your Fantasy (Remix) » Ludacris - roll out2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Ludacris - What`s your fantasy (remix) » Ludacris - Spur Of The Moment » Ludacris - Hood Stuck » Ludacris - Ho Skit » Ludacris - 1st & 10 » Ludacris - Get Off Me » Ludacris - Tickets Sold Out (Skit) » Ludacris - Growing Pains » Ludacris - Move Bitch » Ludacris - Go 2 Sleep » Ludacris - She Said » Ludacris - Blow It Out (Remix) (featuring 50 Cent) » Ludacris - Cold Outside Рекомендуем скачать: » Ефим Ташлицкий - Исповедь » Елена Фролова - Газэлы » Евгения Власова - О тебе » Елена Фролова - Я так давно родился... » Екатерина Медведева - Меня в миру прозвали » Елена Квасницкая - Несочинённая песня о городе Бердске » Евгений Клячкин - Грустная цыганочка » Ефим Ташлицкий - Вопрос » Елена Гурфинкель - Русалка » Е.Неклюдова - Жизнь » Елена Казанцева - Мои слова » Евгений Банников - Деревенская любовь » Елена Фролова - Сад » Елена Казанцева - Матрас » Екатерина Манычева - Как больно (По прочтении Белой гвардии М.Булгакова) » Елена Казанцева - Я люблю мужчинам строить глазки... » Ежова Ира - Вовка » Ефим Ташлицкий - Я и Водолей » Евгений Романов - Блюз Сестрица » Елена Гурфинкель - Я во снах вижу лица любимых людей...
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