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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 about 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 (ugh)
'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (c'mon)
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
Wednesday, Strokers, I don't go no more
'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
And the Sharkbar 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
(Where New York at?) Gats, I pull it, heads be duckin' when New York be bussin'
Take that
Welcome to New York, motherfuckers, where we don't play
And out-of-towners get got like every day (that's right)
And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way
Sittin' low on 22's, this what long money do (c'mon)
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