Coming 2 America Songtext
von 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
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!

These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!
They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty
What am I '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 i-is 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 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 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 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 f′real - y′all see 'msaying?
Ha-ha I be fuckin′ with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying
I used to just sat at home and I won′t 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
Ya see what I′m saying?

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'
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 wanna hear that, click-clack
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 here, when you ride down that 285
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 them
Real niggas at, I ain′t lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin′
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!
'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin′ down that
Ol′ Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggas daaang, ′cause dat where them real niggas at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga