Coming 2 America
    (专辑: Word Of Mouf - 2001)
    
    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; Disturbing 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 yasee WHAT I'msayin? Ha ha I 
be  fuckin with him all the 
time, yah know what I 
mean? I'm sayin, I 
used  to just sell home herb (?) now home come through he want fiftys OF purple,  he want quarters OF purple now. I 
DONT KNOW HOW to trip with it  man, I 
just sold him a 
QP last week of the 
flava,  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  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'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 shake; cause dat where dem  real niggaz at. I 
ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin  down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow to shake!  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 shake when ya get to Georgia nigga.