[Intro: Jermaine Dupri, P. Diddy & Ludacris]

After the party, (Yo) 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, motherfuckers!)

Welcome to Atlanta

[Verse 1: Jermaine Dupri & P. Diddy]

Remix, it had to go down

I got somethin' else to tell you 'bout the new (Uh) Motown (Let's go)

Where people don't visit, they move out here (Yeah)

And ain't no tellin' who you might see (What) up in Lenox Square (Hey)

I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik (Uh-huh)

'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (C'mon)

People from other cities used to drive for miles (That's right)

Just to come and get (Yeah) a taste of this ATL style (Ha)

I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballinest Player (That's right player)

Make my own moves, call me the mayor (You the mayor)

Monday night, you know things change with time (What)

Magic City back lookin' like '89 (Shake that ass)

All the homies on the Southside up in the Ritz (Woo)

(Tuesday night) The Velvet Room, (Southside) same shit (Come on)

Wednesday, Strokers, (Yeah) I don't go no mo'

'Cause they don't know how to treat you when you come through the do'

(Thursday night) Was Plush but we moved to Fuel (Yeah, uh)

And I be up in the booth drunk, actin' a fool (Ahhhhh)

(Friday night) At Kaya, they still got love (Say what)

And the Sharkbar be poppin' like it's a nightclub

Saturday, still (What) off the heezy fo' sheezy (Woo, woo)

You can find me up in One Tweezy (One tweezy!)

Sunday, gettin' me some sleep (Please) (Yeah)

I'm on my way to the Dec' to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla

[Interlude: P. Diddy]

Ayo, I'm from New York, man!

I'm from New York, where New York at?

Representin' NYC to the fullest

(Where New York at? Where New York at?, Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bussin'

Take that

[Verse 2: P. Diddy]

Welcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we don't play (Yeah)

And out-of-towners get got like everyday (That's right)

And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way (Yeah)

Sittin' low on 22's; this what long money do (C'mon)

Now the don's on it, (Wha) 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 (Haha)

Tuesday, I'm in Spa, drunk, doin' the shake (Yeah)

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 (Yeah)

The way that we talk, (Uh-huh) cocky, the state of New York (That's right)

Hot now top down at the Rucker game (Uh)

New coupe, no roof, playa, what's my name? (Woo)

Now Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, Staten

Uptown, what now?

Let's make it happen

[Interlude 2: P. Diddy]

New York

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere

We still here! And we buildin' four more new towers, motherfuckers!

[Verse 3: Murphy Lee]

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 us 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, the Truth like Sojourner (Wha)

Don't need a burner we learn from Ike Turner (Wha)

I tried to told ya don't cross that bridge (Wha)

Without permission from the St. Lunatics

[Interlude 3: Jermaine Dupri]

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

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg + Jermaine Dupri]

Palm trees, bad bitches and wannabes (Uh-uh)

O.G.'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

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 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'

[Outro: Jermaine Dupri + Ludacris]

Welcome to Atlanta remix, hey

And we ride on them things 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 things like every day

Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'

And parties don't stop 'til eight in the morning