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SINGER: Ludacris
SONG:Coming 2 America
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 (? ) 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 nigga 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 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 Come 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�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 niggaz 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 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 daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to georgia nigga.
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