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Ludacris

Coming 2 America

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The royal penis is clean your highnessThank you, king shit-- Yeah 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 coach 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 Vorhees-- Man fuck 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. 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 singles-- Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause he is definitely all f`real - yaseeI`msayin? Ha ha I be fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I`m sayin, I used to just serve homes herb now how come through he want 50`s a purple, he want quarters a purple now. I want y`all to trip with it man, I woulda sold him a QP last week of the lava, yaseewhatImsayin?[Ludacris]Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sackC.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old NatWhere 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 flareI`m 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 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 Cascade, get ready to go past that Campbellton Road fo` you get it to Camp Creek shorty just shake; cause dat where dem real niggaz at. I ain`t lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow nigga shaaaaaake! Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you`re goin down that ol` Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house `fore you get to the rich niggaz shaaake; cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga.

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