Ludacris - Coming 2 America
Ludacris - Coming 2 America Lyrics
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The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit
Yeah motherf**kers! welcome to the united states of america.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch a*ses.
Hailin 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!
[ludacris]
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
What I'm 'sposed to do? it's such a sweet thang
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 pa*s 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 testin 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 cla*s
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**k 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 hearin 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 iii-iiiis this shit on? 'cris, c'mon 'cris.
'cris, f'real man. f**k you nigga, man f**k you!
[ludacris]
f**k you too! what you wanna 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 comin 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 divin in bays at montego
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm deebo
But I'm the light-skinteted version of mandingo
I've seen more beatles and jagged edges than ringo
I used to run numbers in line they caled me bingo
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle
Old a*ses 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 f'real - yaseei'msayin? ha ha I be
f**kin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, 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 woulda sold him a coupe (? ) we coulda played with,
Yaseewhati'msayin?
[ludacris]
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 rollin 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'
Makin 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 wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
f**k all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? motherf**kers it's poppa bear
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, fire! and you know I can't stop 'til I re-tire!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on vogue tires!
Right down the avenue, pa*sin you rapidly stackin
In the back of the cadillac and packin emergency action
Camera, light lights, throwin a punch and then fight fight
Packin a lunch and then bite bite, a-t-l stay tight tight
I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. i'ma let you know
It's real down heah. 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 dat where dem
Real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in decatur and you flossin
Down clintwood, cambleton road or (? ) boulder to shave!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. when you're goin down that
Ol' nat hill and you pa*s dat second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to georgia nigga.
