The royal p*nis is clean your highness
Thank you, king sh*t
Yeah motherf*ckers! Welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all b*tch 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
n*gga's earring. Luda throw some grapes on these b*tches!
[Ludacris]
These b*tches 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 f*ck that n*gga 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
This sh*t man. Man I try to rap for the n*gga, I try to get
A n*gga tracks; he ain't hearin my sh*t. Man for real
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that n*gga;
Man that n*gga garbage. Man I got talent too, the n*gga ain't
Hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this sh*t on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris
'Cris, f'real man. f*ck YOU n*ggA, MAN f*ck YOU!
[Ludacris]
f*ck you too! What you wanna do, scrawny n*gga
But I got a arsenal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as sh*t
I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury yer 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 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 - yaseeI'msayin? Ha ha I be
f*ckin 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 n*gga 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 n*gga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, sh*t back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
f*ck all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? Motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder to shave!
Cause dat where dem real n*ggas at. When you're goin down that
Ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich n*ggas daaang, cause dat where dem real n*ggas at!
Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia n*gga