Coming 2 America
Ludacris
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The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay. Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty When you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this Nigga's earring, Luda throw some grapes on these bitches! These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet man! They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty, What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L, if you disagree Don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles And testing me is like pitbulls put up to poodles My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash And even got my coats bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees Man f*ck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a nigga tracks, He ain't hearing my shit. Man for real. Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga, Man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't hearin me. Man is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. F*ck you nigga, man f*ck you F*ck you too! What you want to do, scrawny nigga But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba diving in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinned version of Mandingo I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo I used to run numbers in line they called me bingo Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause He is definitely all foreal, ya see what I'm saying? Ha ha I be Fucking with him all the time, ya know what I mean? I'm saying, I used To just now home come through he want filters a purple, He want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it Man, I would of sold him a Coupe we could of played with, Ya see what I'm sayin'? Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rolling on that Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know Shady Park you heard just don't go Quick to flip the bird up po'-po' Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show! Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no where the beat go? Bring that, shit back, didn't want to hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns F*ck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare, pouring out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare Come on, fire! And you know I can't stop 'til I retire! Oh no, we stay swoll, rolling on Vogue tires! Right down the avenue, passing you rapidly stacking In the back of the Cadillac and packing emergency action Camera, light lights, throwing a punch and then fight fight Packing a lunch and then bite bite, A-T-L stay tight tight I'm just trying to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know it's real down here. When you ride down that two-eighty-five, And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; Cause that where them real niggas at. I ain't lying when you in Decatur and you flossing Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or Boulder to shave! Cause that where them real niggas at. When you're going down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass that Second waffle house 'fore you get To the rich niggas dang, cause that where them real niggas at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.
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Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN BRIDGES, SHONDRAE L CRAWFORD
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