Coming 2 America Lyrics

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The royal penis is clean your highnessThank you, king shitYeah
motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.Time to roll out the
red carpet on y'all bitch asses.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 thangWork that track, whip 'em like KuntaThat's
why they stay down, they loyal citizens of ZamundaBy way of A-T-L; if you
disagreedon't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to
jailWith no probation or bail, but this ain't MonopolyIt's Jolly Green
Giants cause we smoke so much broccoliUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of
noodlesAnd testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodlesMy rap career
goes back further than yo' father hairlineIt's Ludacris - I pack more nuts
than Delta AirlinesI'm fly, even when I get high I work cashAnd even got
my coats bumped up to first classI'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to
teach the principleCause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark
VorheesMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired ofthis
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. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU![Ludacris]Fuck you
too! What you wanna do, scrawny niggaBut I got a arsenal of automatics down
to twenty-twosKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHITI throw a grenade
and all-in-one bury a CLIQUEYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in
tuxedosAnd comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitosI'm on a cool ranch,
get laid more than FritosWith five strippers, four wives and three
amigosI go scuba divin in Bays at MontegoI find gold links and snatch
'em like I'm DeeboBut I'm the light-skinteted version of MandingoI've
seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than RingoI used to run numbers in line
they caled me BINGOCause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkleOld
asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkledAnd I stay with more BULLETS than yo'
Billboard singlesHo that is just too much! You just gotta give
applausehe is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I befuckin
with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I usedto 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 sackSee piece of the bigger trap look
at that God be rollin on thatWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just
don't knowShady Park you heard just don't goQuick 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 peopleI gotta make a nigga stop, drop,
roll - oh no where the beat go?Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear
that, clik-clakTons of fun with gunsFuck all the lil' chit-chat get back
get that get thatWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa
BearStop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flareCome
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, passin you rapidly
stackinIn the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency actionCamera,
LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHTPackin a lunch and then
BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHTI'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma
let you knowit's real down heah. When you ride down that
two-eighty-five,and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton
Roadfo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where demreal
niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossindown Clintwood,
Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!Cause dat where dem real niggaz at.
When you're goin down thatol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house
'fore you getto the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz
at!Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.