home
Over 390,000 song lyrics online now!
artist browse | track browse | search | random lyric | submit lyric | contact us


  BROWSE LYRICS:

ABCDE
FGHIJ
KLNMO
PQRST
UVWXY
Z


SEARCH LYRICS:






SITE STATS:




- 390,488 lyrics
- 24,313 artists
Links:





Advertising:





Viewing Lyrics for Coming To America:



Artist:Ludacris
No album artwork found
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Coming To America
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:217
 
Lyrics:Coming To America
Ludacris
(Word Of Mouf)

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
Come 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
Clintwood, Cambleton Road or (?) Boulder 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.
 
View Music video of this song now!

 
 Add to del.icio.us    Digg this    Reddit

Share on Facebook


More Ludacris Lyrics:

1.   Stand Up  view
2.   Act A Fool (2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack)  view
3.   Splash Waterfalls  view
4.   Get Out The Way  view
5.   Saturday(ooh Ooh)  view
6.   Saturday (Ooooh! Ooooh!)  view
7.   Saturday Oooh Oooh  view
8.   My Love  view
9.   She Said  view
10.   Go 2 Sleep  view




Your Ad Here  








home | about us | artist browse | track browse | search | random lyric | submit lyric | contact us | link partners  |  faq  |  privacy