Lyrical Breakdown of Coming 2 America - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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