Coming To America Lyrics
Coming To America<br />
Ludacris<br />
(Word Of Mouf)<br />
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The royal penis is clean your highness<br />
Thank you, king shit<br />
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Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.<br />
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses.<br />
Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay.<br />
Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family. Recognize royalty <br />
when you hear it. The throne has been taken, so kiss this <br />
nigga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!<br />
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[Ludacris]<br />
These bitches throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!<br />
They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;<br />
what I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang<br />
Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta<br />
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda<br />
By way of A-T-L; if you disagree<br />
don't even look at me ho don't pass go just go straight to jail<br />
With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly<br />
It's Jolly Green Giants cause we smoke so much broccoli<br />
Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles<br />
And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles<br />
My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline<br />
It's Ludacris - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines<br />
I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash<br />
And even got my coats bumped up to first class<br />
I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle<br />
Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees<br />
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Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of<br />
this shit man. Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get <br />
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.<br />
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;<br />
man that nigga garbage. Man I got talent too, the nigga ain't <br />
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.<br />
'Cris, f'real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU!<br />
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[Ludacris]<br />
Fuck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny nigga<br />
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos<br />
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as SHIT<br />
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE<br />
You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos<br />
And comin up shorter than five Danny DeVitos<br />
I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos<br />
With five strippers, four wives and three amigos<br />
I go scuba divin in Bays at Montego<br />
I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo<br />
But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo<br />
I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo<br />
I used to run numbers in line they caled me BINGO<br />
Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle<br />
Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled<br />
And I stay with more BULLETS than yo' Billboard singles<br />
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Ho that is just too much! You just gotta give applause<br />
he is definitely all f'real - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be<br />
fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I'm sayin, I used<br />
to just (?) now home come through he want filters a purple,<br />
he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it <br />
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man, I woulda sold him a Coupe (?) we coulda played with,<br />
yaseewhatI'msayin?<br />
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[Ludacris]<br />
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack<br />
See piece of the bigger trap look at that God be rollin on that<br />
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know<br />
Shady Park you heard just don't go<br />
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'<br />
Makin the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!<br />
Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people<br />
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?<br />
Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak<br />
Tons of fun with guns<br />
Fuck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that<br />
Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear<br />
Stop and stare; pourin out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare<br />
Come on, FIRE! And you know I can't stop 'til I re-TIRE!<br />
Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin on Vogue TIRES!<br />
Right down the avenue, passin you rapidly stackin<br />
In the back of the Cadillac and packin emergency action<br />
Camera, LIGHT LIGHTS, throwin a punch and then FIGHT FIGHT<br />
Packin a lunch and then BITE BITE, A-T-L stay TIGHT TIGHT<br />
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I'm just tryin to save ya shorty. I'ma let you know<br />
it's real down heah. When you ride down that two-eighty-five,<br />
and you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road<br />
fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave; cause dat where dem<br />
real niggaz at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin<br />
down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!<br />
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that<br />
ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get<br />
to the rich niggaz daaang, cause dat where dem real niggaz at!<br />
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga.
