Ludacris - Coming 2 America lyrics
[Ludacris - Coming 2 America lyrics]
The royal penis is clean, your highness
(Thank 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 peasants!
These bitches throwin' rose petals
At my feet mayne!
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 pass
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 ludicrous - 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 class
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
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 on 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!
Fuck you too! What you wanna do?!
Scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s
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-skinte-ted
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 asses 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 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 done sold
Him a QP last week of the flava
YaseewhatI'msayin?
YE-AH, can I get a little hit of that
Little nigga with a bigga sack
CP 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 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
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get
Back get that get that who knows
Who goes there? Motherfuckers 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
Passin 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'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 niggas 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 niggas
At! When you're goin
Down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat
Second Waffle House 'fore you get
To the rich niggas
Shaaake 'cause dat where dem
Real niggas at! Matter of fact, just
Shake when ya get to Georgia, nigga!
(Thank 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 peasants!
These bitches throwin' rose petals
At my feet mayne!
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 pass
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 ludicrous - 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 class
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
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 on 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!
Fuck you too! What you wanna do?!
Scrawny nigga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s
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-skinte-ted
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 asses 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 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 done sold
Him a QP last week of the flava
YaseewhatI'msayin?
YE-AH, can I get a little hit of that
Little nigga with a bigga sack
CP 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 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
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get
Back get that get that who knows
Who goes there? Motherfuckers 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
Passin 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'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 niggas 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 niggas
At! When you're goin
Down that Ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat
Second Waffle House 'fore you get
To the rich niggas
Shaaake 'cause dat where dem
Real niggas at! Matter of fact, just
Shake when ya get to Georgia, nigga!