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I'm Bruce with Banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus\nYour plaques are bogus, so I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up\n\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac and the truck\nI can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct\nChillin', flippin', what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo yo yo\nYo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nYo, uhh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n\nI been puttin' it down here since eighty-three\nSince the Lake Show / MD rivalry\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinist Player\nMake my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\n\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo yo yo\nYo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.84] Yeah, welcome to Atlanta, jackin' and hammer and vogues'\n[00:11.84] Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n[00:12.83] Adolescent packin a fo', a knock on the do', who is it?\n[00:15.38] I would happen to know, the one with the flow\n[00:17.89] Who did it? It was me, I suppose\n[00:19.61] J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme\n[00:20.64] Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean\n[00:24.61] I split ya spleen, as a matter of fact, I split ya team\n[00:27.27] No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it, so my kicks is clean\n[00:30.07] I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n[00:32.08] I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines\n[00:34.67] Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n[00:36.94] Only silverware, I needs a steak knife and a fork\n[00:39.61] Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with Banners\n[00:41.94] Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n[00:44.70] The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n[00:47.32] I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n[00:49.43] I pulled up in the black Lotus\n[00:50.85] Your plaques are bogus, so I stripped them off the wall\n[00:52.65] Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin' 'em up\n[00:55.21] I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up\n[00:59.57] In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac and the truck\n[01:01.99] I can't lose with twenty-two, bitch, that's what's up\n[01:04.56] Runnin, in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aqueduct\n[01:07.70] Chillin', flippin', what?\n[01:09.97] Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n[01:11.66] Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo\n[01:13.29] Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo\n[01:13.94] Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo\n[01:19.32] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[01:22.42] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[01:24.69] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[01:27.77] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[01:29.94] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[01:32.47] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[01:34.65] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[01:37.44] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[01:39.60] Yo, uhh, now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n[01:42.27] And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n[01:45.02] But in the meantime, in between time\n[01:47.37] You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n[01:49.73] I been puttin' it down here since eighty-three\n[01:52.19] Since the Lake Show / MD rivalry\n[01:54.72] When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n[01:57.14] If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n[01:59.72] I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinist Player\n[02:01.92] Make my own rules, bitch, call me the mayor\n[02:05.06] Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n[02:06.56] Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n[02:10.56] Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n[02:12.32] Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n[02:15.17] Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n[02:17.43] Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n[02:19.89] Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n[02:22.74] You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n[02:25.12] Sunday is when I get my sleep in\n[02:27.48] 'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla\n[02:30.39] Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n[02:33.10] Y-y-yo yo, yo yo yo\n[02:35.31] Yo yo yo yo, yo yo, yo\n[02:37.43] Y-yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo yo\n[02:39.52] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[02:42.40] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[02:44.89] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[02:47.47] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[02:50.37] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[02:52.54] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[02:54.72] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[02:57.47] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[02:59.72] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[03:02.52] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[03:04.75] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[03:07.75] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[03:10.02] Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n[03:12.55] And we ride on dem thangs like every day\n[03:14.78] Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n[03:17.54] And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n[03:20.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta (feat. 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And we buildin' four more new towers\n\nWho say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty, we hop to what's hip\nI'm a Lunatic with too much grip to let us slip\nI'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist\nI was like \"The Waterboy,\" now they sayin', \"You can do it\"\n\nI'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie\nSip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis\nHome of back porches, Chucks, and Air Forces\nOld-school cars be trailblazin' like Portland\n\nThe girls are the best like Travis with fat asses (ooh)\nI call 'em \"gimme girls,\" they always tell me I can have it (ooh)\nAll got habits, marijuana to static\nBy two cats and coats with automatics (rrah)\n\nSt. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (wha)\nDon't need a burner we learn from Ike Turner (wha)\nI tried to told ya don't cross that bridge (wha)\nWithout permission from them St. Lunatics\n\nYo-yo-yo-yo\nLadies and gentlemen\nWe got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight\nHe just came from off tour\nAnd he wanna tell y'all a little bit about where he come from\n\nPalm trees, bad bitches and wannabes (uh-uh)\nO.G.'s like me eatin' on pollaseeds (uh)\nNow and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees (uh-huh)\nReal niggas from the set I hardly ever seen (yeah)\n\nMostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb\nAnd when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (woo)\nA lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm\nHair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur\n\nDoggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall (yeah)\nLike Kobe to Shaq so take that (take that, take that)\nLong Beach is on the motherfuckin' map\nThe city by the sea, R.I.P\n\nJD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)\nMy niggas love the Steelers, cold hearted killas (yeah)\nReal cap peelers, real niggas feel us\nAin't no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers (oh)\n\nBang, diggy, dang, dang, Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang\nYeah, we do the damn thang (damn thang)\nGo to Pomona, scoop up Kokane\nHead to the church house to get a little workout (uh)\n\nSmoke out, drink up, now put your bank up\nIt's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)\nCrank up the beat (beat), raise up the heat (heat)\nI'm throwin' a block party on 2-1 Street, fo' sho'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta remix, hey\nAnd we ride on them things like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on them things like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.48] After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)\n[00:02.44] If you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin about (yeah, uh-huh)\n[00:04.73] Where people don't dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)\n[00:07.22] And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)\n[00:09.48] Welcome to Atlanta\n[00:10.58] Remix, it had to go down\n[00:12.35] I got somethin' else to tell you about the new Motown\n[00:14.96] Where people don't visit, they move out here\n[00:17.35] And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lenox Square\n[00:19.85] I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik (ugh)\n[00:22.21] 'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (c'mon)\n[00:24.76] People from other cities used to drive for miles\n[00:27.31] Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)\n[00:29.98] I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)\n[00:32.14] Make my own moves, call me the mayor\n[00:34.59] Monday night, you know things change with time\n[00:37.12] Magic City back lookin' like '89\n[00:39.75] All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)\n[00:42.33] Tuesday night, the Velvet Room, same shit\n[00:44.82] Wednesday, Strokers, I don't go no more\n[00:47.07] 'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door\n[00:49.36] Thursday night was Plush but we moved to Fuel\n[00:51.95] And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool\n[00:54.71] Friday night at Kaya, they still got love\n[00:57.28] And the Sharkbar be poppin' like it's a nightclub\n[01:00.13] Saturday, still off the heezy for sheezy\n[01:02.59] You can find me up in One Tweezy\n[01:05.14] Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)\n[01:07.13] I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla\n[01:10.98] Ayo, I'm from New York, man\n[01:12.59] Representin' NYC to the fullest\n[01:14.51] (Where New York at?) 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Let's make it happen\n\nNew York, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere\nWe still here! And we buildin' four more new towers!\n3: Murphy Lee]\nWho say St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty, we hop to what's hip\nI'm a lunatic with too much grip to let us slip\nI'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist\nI was like \"The Waterboy,\" now they sayin, \"YOU CAN DO IT!\"\nI'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie\nSip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis\nHome of back porches, Chucks, and Air Forces\nOld school cars be trailblazin' like Portland\nThe girls are the best like Travis with fat asses\nI call 'em gimme girls, they always tell me I can have it\nAll got habits, marijuana to static\nBy two cats and coats with automatics\nSt. Louis, the Truth like Sojourner\nDon't need a burner we learn from Ike Turner\nI tried to told ya don't cross that bridge\nWithout permission from the St. Lunatics\n\nYo, yo, yo, yo\nLadies and gentlemen, we got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight\nHe just came from off tour\nAnd he wanna tell y'all little bit about where he come from\n\nPalm trees, bad bitches and wannabees\nO.G.'s like me eatin' on pollaseeds\nNow & Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees\nReal niggas from the set I hardly ever seen\nMostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb\nAnd when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve\nA lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm\nHair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur\nDoggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall\nLike Kobe to Shaq so take that\nTake that, take that\nLong Beach is on the motherfuckin map\nThe city by the sea, R.I.P\nJD, you know about the LBC\nMy niggas love the Steelers, cold hearted killas\nReal cap peelers, real niggas feel us\nAin't no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers\nBang diggy dang dang Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang\nYeah we do the damn thang\nGo to Pomona, scoop up Kokane\nHead to the church house to get a little workout\nSmoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up\nIt's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up\nCrank up the beat, raise up the heat\nI'm throwin' a block party on 2-1 Street, fo' sho'\nJermaine Dupri + Ludacris]\nWelcome to Atlanta remix, hey\nAnd we ride on them things like every day\nBig 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I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":30431834,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Turntable Torture","duration":129.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Turntable Torture\n  duration_ms: 129000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":31678413,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Funkymix 56","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Funkymix 56\n  duration_ms: 202000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":20931167,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Instructions","duration":206.427562,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Instructions\n  duration_ms: 206428\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":20785449,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome To Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":207.934694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 207935\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":20838228,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome To Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Y'all Know What This Is... 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I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":17048157,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Off the Hook","duration":202.114708,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Off the Hook\n  duration_ms: 202115\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":17140551,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Word of Mouf","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Word of Mouf\n  duration_ms: 201000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":14987679,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Ya'll Know What This Is...The Hits","duration":202.5353749,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Ya'll Know What This Is...The Hits\n  duration_ms: 202535\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":23876344,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome To Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"The Source Presents Hip Hop Hits Vol. 6","duration":261.572063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: The Source Presents Hip Hop Hits Vol. 6\n  duration_ms: 261572\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":24734393,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Instructions (Explicit Version)","duration":200.881633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Instructions (Explicit Version)\n  duration_ms: 200882\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":13252598,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome To Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Instructions (Advance Retail)","duration":203.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Instructions (Advance Retail)\n  duration_ms: 203000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":33488542,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome To Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"NOW Presents: Off The Hook","duration":197.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: 'NOW Presents: Off The Hook'\n  duration_ms: 197000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":26696449,"name":"Welcome to Atlanta","trackName":"Welcome to Atlanta","artistName":"Jermaine Dupri","albumName":"Off the Hook","duration":196.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah\n\nWelcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\nBack to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\nAdolescent packin' a four\nA knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\nThe one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\nJD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\nSkatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\nI split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\nNo blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\nI get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\nI'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\nOink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\nOnly silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\nDid you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\nLudacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\nThe wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\nI won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\nI pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\nSo I stripped them off the wall\nWaitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\nI'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\nIn fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\nI can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\nRunnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\nChil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\nNow the party don't start 'til I walk in\nAnd I usually don't leave until the thang ends\nBut in the meantime, in between time\nYou work yo' thing, I'll work mine\nI been puttin' it down here since '83\nWhen Frozen Paradise was the place to be\nIf you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\nMonday night, Gentlemen's Club\nTuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\nWednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\nThursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\nFriday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\nRight on the flo' is where you can find me\nSaturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\nYou can find me up in One-Tweezy\nSunday, is when I get my sleep in\n'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\nYo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\nY-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\nYo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\nY-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome to Atlanta\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: Off the Hook\n  duration_ms: 196800\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues\n  Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes\n  Adolescent packin' a four\n  A knock on the door (who is it?) I would happen to know\n  The one with the flow (who did it?) It was me, I suppose\n  JD in the Rolls, and Luda's in the Cut Supreme\n  Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned\n  I split your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your team\n  No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean\n\n  I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams\n  I'm allergic so doc' prescribed antihistamines\n  Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork\n  Only silverware I need's a steak knife and a fork\n  Did you forget your fuckin' manners? I'm Bruce with banners\n  Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon\n  The wooly mammoth, saber-tooth, bitch, bite your tongue\n  I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come\n\n  I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus\n  So I stripped them off the wall\n  Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up\n  I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up\n  In fact, I'm slappin' 'em up, Cadillac is the truck\n  I can't lose with 22, bitch, that's what's up\n  Runnin' in the back to fuck, better that than the aquaduct\n  Chil-li-li-li-li-n... fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, huh)\n\n  Now the party don't start 'til I walk in\n  And I usually don't leave until the thang ends\n  But in the meantime, in between time\n  You work yo' thing, I'll work mine\n  I been puttin' it down here since '83\n  When Frozen Paradise was the place to be\n  If you was ridin', you was bumpin' to homie Shy-D\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor\n  Monday night, Gentlemen's Club\n  Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up\n  Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean\n  Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream\n\n  Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski\n  Right on the flo' is where you can find me\n  Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy\n  You can find me up in One-Tweezy\n  Sunday, is when I get my sleep in\n  'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla!\n\n  Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo\n  Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo\n  Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo\n  Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'\n"},{"id":34884840,"name":"Welcome To Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Remix) (feat. 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Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge (This Is The Remix)","duration":266.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)\nIf you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin' about (yeah, uh-huh)\nWhere people don't dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)\nAnd after the original, you know what it is (this is the remix)\nWelcome to Atlanta\n\nRemix, it had to go down\nI got somethin' else to tell you about the new Motown\nWhere people don't visit, they move out here\nAnd ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lenox Square\n\nI don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik (ugh)\n'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (c'mon)\nPeople from other cities used to drive for miles\nJust to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)\n\nI'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)\nMake my own moves, call me the mayor\nMonday night, you know things change with time\nMagic City back lookin' like '89\n\nAll the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)\nTuesday night, the Velvet Room, same shit\nWednesday, Strokers, I don't go no more\n'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door\n\nThursday night was Plush, but we moved to Fuel\nAnd I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool\nFriday night at Kaya, they still got love\nAnd the Sharkbar be poppin' like it's a nightclub\n\nSaturday, still off the heezy for sheezy\nYou can find me up in One Tweezy\nSunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)\nI'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla\n\nAyo, I'm from New York, man\nRepresentin' NYC to the fullest\n(Where New York at?) Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bussin'\nTake that\n\nWelcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we don't play\nAnd out-of-towners get got like every day (that's right)\nAnd a gangsta's a gangsta in every way\nSittin' low on 22's, this what long money do (c'mon)\n\nNow the don's on it, Diddy shine on it (that's right)\nTell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it\nSunday, we layin' low in Halo, sippin' Cris and we straight\nMonday, we go to Bungalow 8\n\nTuesday, I'm in Spa, drunk, doin' the shake\nAnd for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks (let's go)\nYou can spot us out of town by the way that we walk\nThe way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)\n\nHot now top down at the Rucker game\nNew coupe, no roof, playa, what's my name? (Woo)\nNow Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten\nUptown, what now? Let's make it happen\n\nNew York, motherfuckers (yo-yo-yo)\nIf you can make it here, you can make it anywhere (yo-yo-yo-yo)\nWe still here! And we buildin' four more new towers\n\nWho say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty, we hop to what's hip\nI'm a Lunatic with too much grip to let us slip\nI'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist\nI was like \"The Waterboy,\" now they sayin', \"You can do it\"\n\nI'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie\nSip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis\nHome of back porches, Chucks, and Air Forces\nOld-school cars be trailblazin' like Portland\n\nThe girls are the best like Travis with fat asses (ooh)\nI call 'em \"gimme girls,\" they always tell me I can have it (ooh)\nAll got habits, marijuana to static\nBy two cats and coats with automatics (rrah)\n\nSt. Louis is the Truth, like Sojourner (wha)\nDon't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner (wha)\nI tried to told ya, don't cross that bridge (wha)\nWithout permission from them St. Lunatics\n\nYo-yo-yo-yo\nLadies and gentlemen\nWe got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight\nHe just came from off tour\nAnd he wanna tell y'all a little bit about where he come from\n\nPalm trees, bad bitches and wannabes (uh-uh)\nO.G.'s like me eatin' on pollaseeds (uh)\nNow and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees (uh-huh)\nReal niggas from the set I hardly ever seen (yeah)\n\nMostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb\nAnd when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (woo)\nA lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm\nHair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur\n\nDoggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall (yeah)\nLike Kobe to Shaq so take that (take that, take that)\nLong Beach is on the motherfuckin' map\nThe city by the sea, R.I.P.\n\nJD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)\nMy niggas love the Steelers, cold-hearted killas (yeah)\nReal cap peelers, real niggas feel us\nAin't no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers (oh)\n\nBang, diggy, dang, dang, Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang\nYeah, we do the damn thang (damn thang)\nGo to Pomona, scoop up Kokane\nHead to the church house to get a little workout (uh)\n\nSmoke out, drink up, now put your bank up\nIt's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)\nCrank up the beat (beat), raise up the heat (heat)\nI'm throwin' a block party on 2-1 Street, fo' sho'\n\nWelcome to Atlanta remix, hey\nAnd we ride on them things like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning\n\nWelcome to Atlanta where the players play\nAnd we ride on them things like every day\nBig beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\nAnd parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Welcome To Atlanta (Coast 2 Coast Remix) (feat. P. Diddy, Snoop Dogg & Murphy Lee)\n  artist: Jermaine Dupri\n  album: 'So So Def presents: Definition of a Remix feat. Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge (This Is The Remix)'\n  duration_ms: 266000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)\n  If you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin' about (yeah, uh-huh)\n  Where people don't dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)\n  And after the original, you know what it is (this is the remix)\n  Welcome to Atlanta\n\n  Remix, it had to go down\n  I got somethin' else to tell you about the new Motown\n  Where people don't visit, they move out here\n  And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lenox Square\n\n  I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik (ugh)\n  'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (c'mon)\n  People from other cities used to drive for miles\n  Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)\n\n  I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)\n  Make my own moves, call me the mayor\n  Monday night, you know things change with time\n  Magic City back lookin' like '89\n\n  All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)\n  Tuesday night, the Velvet Room, same shit\n  Wednesday, Strokers, I don't go no more\n  'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door\n\n  Thursday night was Plush, but we moved to Fuel\n  And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool\n  Friday night at Kaya, they still got love\n  And the Sharkbar be poppin' like it's a nightclub\n\n  Saturday, still off the heezy for sheezy\n  You can find me up in One Tweezy\n  Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)\n  I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla\n\n  Ayo, I'm from New York, man\n  Representin' NYC to the fullest\n  (Where New York at?) Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bussin'\n  Take that\n\n  Welcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we don't play\n  And out-of-towners get got like every day (that's right)\n  And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way\n  Sittin' low on 22's, this what long money do (c'mon)\n\n  Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it (that's right)\n  Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it\n  Sunday, we layin' low in Halo, sippin' Cris and we straight\n  Monday, we go to Bungalow 8\n\n  Tuesday, I'm in Spa, drunk, doin' the shake\n  And for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks (let's go)\n  You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk\n  The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)\n\n  Hot now top down at the Rucker game\n  New coupe, no roof, playa, what's my name? (Woo)\n  Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten\n  Uptown, what now? Let's make it happen\n\n  New York, motherfuckers (yo-yo-yo)\n  If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere (yo-yo-yo-yo)\n  We still here! And we buildin' four more new towers\n\n  Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty, we hop to what's hip\n  I'm a Lunatic with too much grip to let us slip\n  I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist\n  I was like \"The Waterboy,\" now they sayin', \"You can do it\"\n\n  I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie\n  Sip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis\n  Home of back porches, Chucks, and Air Forces\n  Old-school cars be trailblazin' like Portland\n\n  The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses (ooh)\n  I call 'em \"gimme girls,\" they always tell me I can have it (ooh)\n  All got habits, marijuana to static\n  By two cats and coats with automatics (rrah)\n\n  St. Louis is the Truth, like Sojourner (wha)\n  Don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner (wha)\n  I tried to told ya, don't cross that bridge (wha)\n  Without permission from them St. Lunatics\n\n  Yo-yo-yo-yo\n  Ladies and gentlemen\n  We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight\n  He just came from off tour\n  And he wanna tell y'all a little bit about where he come from\n\n  Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabes (uh-uh)\n  O.G.'s like me eatin' on pollaseeds (uh)\n  Now and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees (uh-huh)\n  Real niggas from the set I hardly ever seen (yeah)\n\n  Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb\n  And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (woo)\n  A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm\n  Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur\n\n  Doggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall (yeah)\n  Like Kobe to Shaq so take that (take that, take that)\n  Long Beach is on the motherfuckin' map\n  The city by the sea, R.I.P.\n\n  JD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)\n  My niggas love the Steelers, cold-hearted killas (yeah)\n  Real cap peelers, real niggas feel us\n  Ain't no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers (oh)\n\n  Bang, diggy, dang, dang, Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang\n  Yeah, we do the damn thang (damn thang)\n  Go to Pomona, scoop up Kokane\n  Head to the church house to get a little workout (uh)\n\n  Smoke out, drink up, now put your bank up\n  It's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)\n  Crank up the beat (beat), raise up the heat (heat)\n  I'm throwin' a block party on 2-1 Street, fo' sho'\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey\n  And we ride on them things like every day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning\n\n  Welcome to Atlanta where the players play\n  And we ride on them things like every day\n  Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'\n  And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning\n"}]