Ludacris - Coming to America lyrics

The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king sh** 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 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** 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** 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 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 yer 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 called 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 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 (?) 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 n***a 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 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 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 n***as 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 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 daaang, cause dat where dem real n***as at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia n***a