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Ludacris' wacky sense of humor, sex-crazed lyrics, multifaceted flows, “Coming 2 America” jumpstarts Word of Mouf with an homage to Eddie Murphy's. Letra de canción de Coming 2 America de Ludacris lyrics. The royal penis is clean your highness. Thank you, king shit. Yeah motherfuckers! Full and accurate LYRICS for "Coming 2 America" from "Ludacris": The royal penis is clean your highness, Thank you king shit, Yeah motherfuckers!

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"Coming 2 America" lyrics

Ludacris Lyrics

"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 coming 2 america ludacris lyrics 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 san bernadino county west valley detention center rancho cucamonga ca 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 coming 2 america ludacris lyrics '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 service credit union branches near me 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.



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Coming 2 America lyrics

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 west valley city utilities 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 americas tire chino hills SHIT
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a CLIQUE
You see y'all got it all wrong like women usps office open today 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
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 shave; cause dat where dem
usps office open today coming 2 america ludacris lyrics at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow 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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Artist: Ludacris Album: Word of Coming 2 america ludacris lyrics Song: Coming 2 America Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash 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 first state bank north fort payne al 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 coming 2 america ludacris lyrics 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 coach bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees - and I'm here to teach the principle Service credit union branches near me I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees -- Man bank of eastman magnolia state bank 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 serve homes herb now how come through he want 50's a purple, he want quarters a purple now. I want y'all to trip with it man, I woulda sold him a QP last week of the lava, yaseewhatImsayin? [Ludacris] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat 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 Cascade, get ready to go past that Campbellton Road fo' you get it to Camp Creek 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 nigga shaaaaaake! Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you're goin down that coming 2 america ludacris lyrics ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get to the rich niggaz shaaake; cause dat where dem real niggaz at! Matter of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga.
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Ludacris - Coming 2 America Lyrics

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 niggas earring
Luda throw some grapes on these bitches

These bitches throwin' rose petals at my feet man
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 compass bank temple tx 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

Oh 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 coach 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 movies fort smith ar malco 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 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 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
They 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 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

Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta give applause
He is definitely all f'real, ya see what I'm sayin'?
Ha ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yeah mean?
I'm sayin', I used to just serve homes herb
Now how come through he want 50's a purple
He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it
Man, I woulda sold him a QP last week of the lava
Ya see what I' m sayin'?

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't coming 2 america ludacris lyrics, 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 retire
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 coming 2 america ludacris lyrics, 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 yeah
When you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
Get ready to go past that Campbellton Road
Fo' you get it to Camp Creek 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 nigga 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 shake
'Cause dat where dem real niggaz at
Matter of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga

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Coming 2 america ludacris lyrics -

Ludacris - Coming 2 America Lyrics

  • The royal penis is clean your highness
  • Thank you, king shit
  • Yeah mother*****ers! welcome to the united states of america.
  • Time to roll out the red carpet on yall ***** 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
  • Niggas earring. luda throw some grapes on these *****es!
  • [ludacris]
  • These *****es throwin rose petals at my feet mayn!
  • They wanna spoil me, treatin me like royalty;
  • What Im sposed to do? its such a sweet thang
  • Work that track, whip em like kunta
  • Thats why they stay down, they loyal citizens of zamunda
  • By way of a-t-l; if you disagree
  • Dont even look at me ho dont pass go just go straight to jail
  • With no probation or bail, but this aint monopoly
  • Its jolly green giants cause we smoke so much broccoli
  • Uh-oh, spaghetti-os! ludas oodles of noodles
  • And testin me is like pitbulls put up to poodles
  • My rap career goes back further than yo father hairline
  • Its ludacris - I pack more nuts than delta airlines
  • Im fly, even when I get high I work cash
  • And even got my coats bumped up to first class
  • Im boss to all employees - and Im here to teach the principle
  • Cause Ive been saved by mo bells than lark vorhees
  • Man ***** that nigga cris man, for real man. Im tired of
  • This shit man. man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get
  • A nigga tracks; he aint 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 aint
  • Hearin me. man iii-iiiis this shit on? cris, cmon cris.
  • cris, freal man. ***** you nigga, man ***** you!
  • [ludacris]
  • ***** 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 yall got it all wrong like women in tuxedos
  • And comin up shorter than five danny devitos
  • Im 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 Im deebo
  • But Im the light-skinteted version of mandingo
  • Ive seen more beatles and jagged edges than ringo
  • I used to run numbers in line they caled me bingo
  • Cause Im big, you a little star, you just twinkle
  • Old asses like sharpeis, yall 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 freal - yaseeimsayin? ha ha I be
  • *****in with him all the time, yahhmean? Im sayin, I used
  • To just (? ) now home come through he want filters a purple,
  • He want quarters a purple now. I want yall to trip with it
  • Man, I woulda sold him a coupe (? ) we coulda played with,
  • Yaseewhatimsayin?
  • [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 dont know
  • Shady park you heard just dont 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, didnt wanna hear that, clik-clak
  • Tons of fun with guns
  • ***** all the lil chit-chat get back get that get that
  • Who knows, who goes there? mother*****ers its poppa bear
  • Stop and stare; pourin out a lil gasoline and then drop a flare
  • Come on, fire! and you know I cant 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
  • Im just tryin to save ya shorty. ima let you know
  • Its 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 aint lyin when you in decatur and you flossin
  • Down clintwood, cambleton road or (? ) boulder to shave!
  • Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. when youre 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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    Ludacris - Coming 2 America Lyrics

    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 niggas earring
    Luda throw some grapes on these bitches

    These bitches throwin' rose petals at my feet man
    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

    Oh 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 coach 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 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 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
    They 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 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

    Hoe now it's just too much, you just gotta give applause
    He is definitely all f'real, ya see what I'm sayin'?
    Ha ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yeah mean?
    I'm sayin', I used to just serve homes herb
    Now how come through he want 50's a purple
    He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it
    Man, I woulda sold him a QP last week of the lava
    Ya see what I' m sayin'?

    Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
    C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Godby Road and Old Nat
    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 retire
    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 yeah
    When you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade
    Get ready to go past that Campbellton Road
    Fo' you get it to Camp Creek 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 nigga 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 shake
    'Cause dat where dem real niggaz at
    Matter of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga

    Источник: http://www.songlyrics.com/ludacris/coming-2-america-lyrics/

    Ludacris — Coming 2 America letra e tradução

    Tradução da letra

    O pénis real está limpo, Sua Alteza.
    Obrigado, rei merda.
    Sim, filhos da puta! Bem - vindo aos Estados Unidos da América.
    Está na hora de pôr a passadeira vermelha em cima de vocês.
    Hailin do Sul imundo e sujo, onde jazem os reis.
    Ludacris, perturba a família Peace. Reconhecer a realeza
    quando o ouvires. O trono foi conquistado, por isso beija isto.
    o brinco do preto. Luda, atira uvas para estas cabras!
    Estas cabras atiram pétalas de rosa aos meus pés!
    Querem mimar-me, tratar-me como a realeza;
    o que tenho de fazer? É uma coisa tão doce
    Trabalha essa faixa, chicoteia-os como Kunta
    É por isso que se mantêm em baixo, leais cidadãos de Zamunda.
    Através de A-T-L; se discordar
    não olhes para mim, não passes, vai logo para a prisão.
    Sem liberdade condicional ou fiança, mas isto não é monopólio.
    É Jolly Green Giants porque fumamos tanto brócolos
    Esparguete! Os montes de massa de Luda
    E testinar-me é como pitbulls colocados em poodles
    A minha carreira de rap é mais antiga do que a do teu pai.
    É Ludacris-trago mais nozes do que a Delta Airlines.
    Sou voador, mesmo quando fico pedrado trabalho em dinheiro
    E até os meus casacos foram para a primeira classe.
    Sou chefe de todos os empregados e estou aqui para ensinar o princípio.
    Porque fui salvo por mo ' bells que Lark Vorhees
    Que se lixe o Cris, meu. Estou farto desta merda. Tento fazer rap para o preto, tento conseguir
    um preto persegue - me, não me ouve. Homem a sério.
    Meu, o meu filho de quatro anos sabe fazer rap melhor do que aquele preto.;
    aquele preto é lixo. Também tenho talento, o preto não
    ouve-me. O meu III-III Está ligado? Cris, vamos Cris.
    Cris, homem real. VAI-TE FODER, PRETO, VAI-TE FODER!
    Vai-te foder também! O que queres fazer, preto magricela?
    Mas tenho um arsenal de automáticas até vinte e dois.
    Saber usá - los, lutar sujo como a merda
    Eu atiro uma granada e tudo-em-um enterra um grupo
    Vocês perceberam tudo mal, como as mulheres de smoking.
    E com menos de cinco Danny DeVitos
    Estou num rancho fixe, faço mais sexo do que Fritos.
    Com cinco strippers, quatro esposas e três amigos
    Vou mergulhar em baías em Montego.
    Encontro elos dourados e apanho-os como se fosse o Deebo.
    Mas eu sou a versão light-skinteted do Mandingo
    Já vi mais Beatles e bordas irregulares do que Ringo.
    Eu costumava correr números na linha eles chamaram-me BINGO
    Porque eu sou grande, Tu és uma pequena estrela, tu apenas brilhas
    Rabos velhos como sharpeis, todos enrugados
    E eu fico com mais balas do que os singles dos teus cartazes
    Isso é demais! Só tens de dar aplausos.
    ele está mesmo todo f'real-yaseei'sayin? Estou sempre a meter-me com ele, yahhmean? Estou a dizer, eu usei
    para ... agora volta para casa. ele quer filtros roxos.,
    ele quer um quarto roxo agora. Quero que tropecem com ele, meu, eu ter-lhe-ia vendido um coupé. podíamos ter brincado com,
    yasee o que estou a dizer?
    Dá-me uma passa, preto com um saco grande.
    Vê o pedaço da armadilha maior olha para aquele Deus a rolar
    Onde é que o chutam? E muita gente não sabe
    Shady Park ouviste, mas não te apresses a atirar o pássaro para cima.
    A abrir caminho para aquele rodeo, aquele espectáculo de rodeio!
    Tenho de lhes dar uma carga, tenho de os Pôr com as pessoas.
    Tenho de fazer um preto parar, largar, rolar — Oh não, para onde vai a batida?
    Traz isso, merda de volta, não queria ouvir isso, clik-clak
    Toneladas de diversão com armas
    Que se lixem as conversas de merda.
    Quem sabe, quem vai lá? Filhos da puta é o papá Urso
    Pare e olhe, poupe um pouco de gasolina e, em seguida, deixe cair um foguete de sinalização
    Vamos, fogo! E sabes que não posso parar até me cansar!
    Oh, não, nós ficamos na moda, rollin nos pneus da Vogue!
    Ao fundo da Avenida, passeando-te rapidamente
    Na parte de trás da acção de emergência Cadillac e packin
    Câmara, luzes, dar um murro e lutar
    Preparar um almoço e depois morder, manter-me firme
    Só estou a tentar salvar-te, baixote. Eu aviso-te.
    é mesmo lá em baixo. Quando desceres por aquele 225,
    e tu passas por Kincaid, prepara-te para passar por Cambleton Road
    se a cortares de graça, faz a barba.
    muito niggaz. Eu não sou lyin quando você em Decatur e você flossin
    em Clintwood, Cambleton Road ou ... Pedregulho para barbear!
    Porque é que o meu verdadeiro niggaz está aqui? Quando você está indo para baixo que
    o Velho Nat Hill e tu passas pela segunda casa de waffles antes de receberes
    para os ricos niggaz daaang, faz o que eu realmente fiz!
    Na verdade, barbeia-te quando chegares à Georgia.

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