Coming 2 America

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.