Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris - Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes
Adolescent packin' a four
A knock on the door (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 your spleen, as a matter of fact, I split your 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
Oink, oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Only silverware I need's 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, saber-tooth, 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 a