Welcome To Atlanta

[Ludacris] Yeah Welcome to sunnydale , jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a foA knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+ Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?