Coming 2 america de Ludacris |
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Letra de 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
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
real niggaz 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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