Welcome to atlanta

[Ludacris] Yeah, Welcome to Atlanta, jack and hammer and vogues' Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know, the one with the flow Who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rollz and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down old Nat, Gat tooked and lean I split ya spleen, as matter' fact I split ya team No blood on the sneak's, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams Im allergic to 'doc perscribed anti-histemines Oink Oink, Pig Pig, do away with the pork Only siguar needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, Im loose with banners Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when i shoot the cannon The Wooley mammoth saber-tooth, bitch bite your tounge I wont stop until Im rich as them white-boy come I pull up in the black Lotus, you're plaque's are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waiting for my cue to corner pocket eight balls You rackin' 'em up, Im big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up In fact Im slappin' 'em up, Cadallacin' the truck I cant loose with 22"s, Bitch thats whats up Runnin in the back the fuck, runnin better than aquaduct chil-li-li-li-li-n.. what