Lyrics
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Credit: Scott Gries/NBA/ImageDirect
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin’ hammers 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
JD in the Rolls and Luda’s in the Cut Supreme
Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
I split ya spleen, 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 so doc’ prescribed antihistamines – Ludacris
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