Bangladesh - Coming 2 America lyrics

[Production by Bangladesh] [Unnamed woman #1, Unnamed Man #1] The royal penis is clean, your highness (Thank you, king sh**) [Unnamed Woman #2] Yeah, motherf**ers! Welcome to the United States of America! Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all b**h a**es! 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 n***a's earring. Luda, throw some grapes on these b**hes! [Ludacris] These b**hes 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** 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 your 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 coach bumped up to first cla** I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies [Unnamed Man #3] Man f** that n***a 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of this sh** man. Man I try to rap for the n***a, I try to get on a n***a tracks; he ain't hearin my sh**. Man, for real! Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that n***a; man that n***a garbage. Man I got talent too, the n***a ain't hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this sh** on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 'Cris, f'real man. fu*k YOU ni**a, MAN fu*k YOU! [Ludacris] f** you too! What you wanna do?! Scrawny n***a But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as sh*t 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**es like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles [Unnamed Man #3] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause! He is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be f**in 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, yaseewhatI'msayin? [Ludacris] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little n***a with a bigga sack C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat 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 n***a stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go? Bring that, sh** back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak Tons of fun with guns f** all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that Who knows, who goes there? Motherf**ers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare I'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, pa**in 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 [Unnamed Man #4] I'm just tryin to save ya shorty! I'mma let you know it's real down heah! When you ride down that 285 and you go past Cascade, get ready to go past that Campbellton Road 'fore you get it to Camp Creek, shorty, just shake; cause dat where dem real n***as at! I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow n***a, shaaaaaake, Cause dat where dem real n***as at! When you're goin down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pa** dat second Waffle House 'fore you get to the rich n***as, shaaake; cause dat where dem real n***as at! Matter of fact, just shake when ya get to Georgia, n***a!