In addition, Dupri has pursued a recording career of his own, which has resulted in hits such as "Money Ain't A Thang" (1998, with Jay-Z), "Welcome to Atlanta" (2001, with Ludacris) and "Get Your Number" (2005, with Mariah Carey), and "Gotta Getcha" featuring Johnta Austin. He became involved with a dispute between Eminem and Dr. Dre in 2002.
So So Def, a label specializing in Southern hip hop, R&B, and bass music, was originally distributed through Sony Entertainment/Columbia Records. In 2003, Dupri was appointed president of Arista Black Music and moved So So Def and its artists there. In 2004, Dupri was appointed Executive Vice President of Urban Music at Virgin Records and moved So So Def over to Virgin. Meanwhile, Dupri also expanded his business ventures, buying into Chicago-based distillery 3 Vodka and opening his own boutique restaurant, Cafe Dupri.
In 2004 and 2005, Dupri worked with R&B singers Usher and Mariah Carey on their releases, Confessions and The Emancipation of Mimi (the top-selling albums of 2004 and 2005) respectively. He produced some of the biggest hits of those years including "Burn", "Confessions, Pt. 2" and the remix featuring Kanye West, Shyne, and Twista, and "My Boo" with Usher and "It's Like That", "We Belong Together", "Shake It Off", "Get Your Number", and "Don't Forget About Us" with Carey. He produced the hit track "Radio" for young R&B sensation Jarvis, but didn't release the album because his label was in transition with the distributor. He has also scored hit singles with J-Kwon ("Tipsy"), Dem Franchize Boyz and many more. He also worked with St. Louis rappers, Nelly, Chingy, & St. Lunatics.
Dupri's 2005 single, "Gotta Getcha" featuring Johnta Austin, is featured on the July 2005 release Jermaine Dupri presents...Young, Fly & Flashy, Vol. 1. The album is a compilation of tracks produced by and featuring Jermaine Dupri. So far, "Gotta Getcha" has peaked at #60 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100 singles chart. The controversial music video for the song features his girlfriend, singer Janet Jackson, in a x-rated peep show club. Dupri is also working with Jackson on her new album titled 20 Years Old, scheduled to be released in September, 2006.
Dupri continues to produce and deliver guest appearances for today's hottest artists. He has worked from many of the major artists ranging all the way from Jay-Z ("Money Ain't A Thang"), Ludacris ("Welcome To Atlanta") to Warren G ("Havin' Thangs"). His current roster as of April 2006 includes Young Capone, Dem Franchize Boyz, Da Kid Slim, Daz (aka Daz Dillinger & Dat Nigga Daz), T. Waters, and Johnta Austin. He plans on dropping Daz's album, tentatively titled "So So Gangsta," late in 2006. Daz's album is to include production by Dupri, Scott Storch and Daz.
Welcome to Atlanta
Jermaine Dupri Lyrics
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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
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 needs a steak knife and a fork
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
The Wooly Mammoth Sabretooth, 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 are bogus
So I stripped them off the wall
Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls
You rackin 'em up
I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck
I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct
Chil-li-li-li-lin', fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo
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 mornin'
Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' (uh-huh)
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin' (yo, uh)
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends (uh)
But in the meantime, in between time
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
I been puttin' it down here since '83
Since the Lakeshore-MD rivalry
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
If you was ridin', you was bumping to homie Shy-D
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player (uh-huh)
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up
Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Right on the floor is where you can find me
Saturday, is off the heezy for sheezy
You can find me up in One-Tweezy
Sunday, is when I get my sleep in
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla
Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo
Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo
Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo
Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo
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 mornin'
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 mornin'
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 mornin'
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 mornin'
The song "Welcome to Atlanta" is a collaboration between Jermaine Dupri and Ludacris. The lyrics are a welcoming invitation to their city of Atlanta, proclaiming its greatness and boasting about the fun things one can do there. The lyrics describe the various places and activities that take place in Atlanta, including riding in cars, partying until the early hours of the morning, and going to gentlemen’s clubs.
The lyrics also touch on some of the darker aspects of life in Atlanta, such as gun violence and drug use. For example, lines like "adolescent packin' a four" and "gat tucked and leaned" suggest that gun violence is a present issue in the city. On the other hand, the lyrics also highlight some of the more positive aspects of Atlanta, such as its vibrant nightlife and lively music scene.
Overall, "Welcome to Atlanta" is an ode to the city of Atlanta, with lyrics that capture its unique culture and spirit. The song celebrates the best things about Atlanta while acknowledging its complexities and challenges.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
An expression of excitement or agreement
Welcome to Atlanta, jackin' hammers and vogues
A greeting to Atlanta, known for its car culture and flashy rims
Back to the mackin' and jackin' the clothes, adolescent packin' a four
Returning to hustling and stealing clothes, with young gang members carrying weapons
A knock on the door, who is it? I would happen to know
A rhetorical question, implying that he's a well-known figure
The one with the flow, who did it?, It was me I suppose
Referring to his skillful rap abilities and taking responsibility for his actions
JD in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cut Supreme
Jermaine Dupri driving a Rolls-Royce and Ludacris in a luxurious Cutlass Supreme
Skatin' down Old Nat, gat tucked and leaned
Driving on Old National Highway with a gun concealed and the car leaning to one side
I split your spleen, as a matter of fact I split your team
Threatening to harm someone and even their entire crew
No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean
Making sure not to get blood on his sneakers, as he wants to keep them clean
I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams
Earning a lot of money and flashing his car lights
I'm allergic so doc prescribed antihistamines
Jokingly saying he's allergic to haters and needs medicine to deal with them
Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork
Disliking police and the government and calling for change
Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork
Referring to his love of food and luxury dining experiences
Did you forget your fuckin manners? I'm Bruce with Banners
Asking if someone forgot their manners and comparing himself to the superhero Hulk (Bruce Banner)
Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannons
Referencing his signature ad-lib and comparing his rapping to firing a cannon
The Wooly Mammoth Sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue
Using animal references to describe his lyrical prowess and threatening anyone who disrespects him
I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come
Working hard to achieve wealth and status like white people
I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus
Arriving in a luxury car and calling out others for fake achievements
So I stripped them off the wall, Waitin' for my cue to corner pocket eight balls
Taking down fake awards and waiting to play pool
You rackin 'em up, I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin' 'em up
Preparing to play pool and boasting about his wealth and money-making abilities
In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck
Dominating at pool and driving a Cadillac truck
I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up
Confident in his pool-playing abilities with the number 22
Runnin' in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct
Engaging in sexual activity in a private location
Chil-li-li-li-lin', fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what?
Repeating a nonsensical sound and questioning the listener
Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play
Introducing Atlanta as a city of players or hustlers
And we ride on them thangs like every day
Referring to the common sight of people driving flashy cars on the streets
Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin'
Describing the lively and dangerous atmosphere of the city
And parties don't stop 'til eight in the mornin'
Referencing the all-night party scene in Atlanta
Now the party don't start 'til I walk in
Asserting his importance and influence at parties
And I usually don't leave until the thang ends
Saying he stays at parties until they're over
But in the meantime, in between time
In the meantime, while waiting for the party to ramp up
You work yo' thing, I'll work mine
Telling others to enjoy themselves while he focuses on his own fun
I been puttin' it down here since '83
Claiming to have been active in Atlanta's scene since 1983
Since the Lakeshore-MD rivalry
Referencing a rivalry between two neighborhoods in Atlanta
When Frozen Paradise was the place to be
Naming a popular club from the past
If you was ridin', you was bumping to homie Shy-D
Saying that if someone was driving, they were bumping music from rapper Shy-D
I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player
Boasting about being the best player in town
Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor
Saying he makes his own rules and has power like a mayor
Monday night, Gentlemen's Club
Listing a popular location for strip clubs
Tuesday night, I'm up in the Velvet Room, gettin' fucked up
Naming another popular party spot
Wednesday, I'm at Strokers on lean
Describing where he is on a Wednesday
Thursday, Jump Clean, then I fall up in Kream
Saying what he does on Thursdays
Friday, Shark Bar, Kaya with Frank Ski
Listing more locations and people he parties with
Right on the floor is where you can find me
Saying he's always dancing and having fun
Saturday, is off the heezy for sheezy
Having a great time on Saturdays
You can find me up in One-Tweezy
Naming another party location
Sunday, is when I get my sleep in
Relaxing on Sundays after a week of partying
'Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla
Saying that the partying starts all over again on Monday
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Christopher Brian Bridges, Jermaine Dupri, James Hutchins, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Frederick J. Perren, Lawrence Smith, Christine Yarian Perren
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@platinumrubies85
This needs to be played in Atlanta's airport on repeat.
@rialequay1787
lol.
@shayannesmith3953
Yeah🤩
@320ifly
Standing in the TSA line with this playing 😂
@theoutlawgamer2308
Facts
@MuhammadFaisal-xj3tj
For real like wth
@ARBJ85
When Ludacris was killing everything he was featured on
@billy11998
Baby
@cydwelllings5583
True true true . Legendary both of them
@neekoo79
Lowkey