Coming 2 America Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

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. 

Hailing 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! 

These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet man! 

They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty, 

What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing 

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 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 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 Vorhees 

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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 hearing 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 is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris. 

'Cris, f'real man. 

Fuck you nigga, man fuck you 

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Fuck you too! What you want to do, scrawny nigga 

But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos 

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 coming 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 diving in Bays at Montego 

I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo 

But I'm the light-skinned 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 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 foreal, ya see what I'm saying? Ha ha I be 

Fucking with him all the time, ya know what I mean? I'm saying, 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 would of sold him a Coupe we could of played with, 

Ya see what I'm sayin'? 

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack 

See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rolling 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' 

Making 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 want to 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, pouring out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare 

Come on, fire! And you know I can't stop 'til I retire! 

Oh no, we stay swoll, rolling on Vogue tires! 

Right down the avenue, passing you rapidly stacking 

In the back of the Cadillac and packing emergency action 

Camera, light lights, throwing a punch and then fight fight 

Packing a lunch and then bite bite, A-T-L stay tight tight 

I'm just trying to save ya shorty. 

I'ma let you know it's real down here. 

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 that where them real niggas at. 

I ain't lying when you in Decatur and you flossing 

Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or Boulder to shave! 

Cause that where them real niggas at. 

When you're going down that ol' Nat Hill and you pass that 

Second waffle house 'fore you get 

To the rich niggas dang, cause that where them real niggas at! 

Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.