After the party, it's the Waffle House (yeah, uh-huh)
If you ever been here, you know what I'm talkin about (yeah, uh-huh)
Where people don't dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta

Remix, it had to go down
I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new Motown
Where people don't visit, they move out here
And ain't no tellin' who you might see up in Lenox Square
I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik
'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (come on)
People from other cities used to drive for miles
Just to come to get a taste of this ATL style (ha)
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (uh-huh)
Make my own moves, call me the mayor
Monday night, you know things change with time
Magic City back lookin' like '89
All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (woo)
Tuesday night, The Velvet Room, same shit (come on)
Wednesday, Strokers, I don't go no mo'
'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the door
Thursday night was Plush but we moved to Fuel
And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool
Friday night at Kaya, they still got love (they what?)
And the Shark Bar be poppin' like it's a nightclub
Saturday, still off the heezy for sheezy
You can find me up in One Tweezy
Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (please)
I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla

(Ayo, I'm from New York, man)
Representin' NYC to the fullest (I'm from New York, where New York at?)
Gats, I pull it (where New York at?)
Heads be duckin' when New York be bussin' (Where New York at? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Take that

Welcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we don't play
And out-of-towners get got like every day
And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way
Sittin' on 22's, this what long money do (come on)
Now the don's on it, Diddy shine on it (that's right)
Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it
Sunday, we layin' low in Halo, sippin' Cris and we straight
Monday, we go to Bungalow 8
Tuesday, I'm in Spa, drunk, doin' the shake
And for the rest of the week, we just follow the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down at the Rutger game
New coupe, no roof, player, what's my name?
Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten
Uptown, what now? Let's make it happen

New York, motherfuckers
If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
We still here, and we buildin' four more new towers

Who say St. Louis ain't hip-hop? Dirty, we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin, "You can do it"
I'm Baby Huey, one of the best in the Louie
Sip Louis, smoke louie, dressed in Louis
Home of back porches, Chucks and Air Forces
Old-school cars be trailblazin' like Portland
The girls are the best like Travis with fat asses
I call 'em "gimme girls," they always tell me I can have it
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner, we learn from Ike Turner (what)
I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge (what)
Without permission from the St. Lunatics

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ladies and gentlemen
We got the big Snoop Dogg in the house tonight
He just came from off tour
And he wanna tell y'all a little bit about where he come from

Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabes (uh-uh)
OG's like me eatin' on pollaseeds
Now and Laters, jellybeans, and Wallabees
Real niggas from the set I hardly ever seen (yeah)
Mostly heard, sell a bird off the cizzurb
And when we dip, we hop and then we swizzerve (woo)
A lot of homies like to wear the pizzerm
Hair longer than hers, sharp with the fizzur (haha)
Doggy Dizzogg, you know I like to bizzall (yeah)
Like Kobe to Shaq so take that (take that, take that)
Long Beach is on the motherfuckin map
The city by the sea, R.I.P.
JD (that's me), you know about the LBC (uh-huh)
My niggas love the Steelers, cold-hearted killas
Real cap peelers, real niggas feel us
Ain't no squeelers, a lot of dope dealers (oh)
Bang diggy dang dang (dang)
Dogg Pound Gangsta Crip Gang
Yeah, we do the damn thang (do the damn thang)
Go to Pomona, scoop up Kokane
Head to the church house to get a little workout
Smoke out, drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm throwin' a block party on 2-1 Street, fo' sho' (let's go)

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning
Welcome to Atlanta where the players play
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Christine Yarian Perren, Christopher Brian Bridges, Frederick J. Perren, James Hutchins, Jermaine Dupri, Lawrence Smith, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper