Coming 2 America

These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet, mane

They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty

What am I supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing

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, just 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 testing me is like pitbulls put up to poodles

My rap career goes back further than your 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 more bells than Lark Voorhies

Man, fuck that ****, Cris, man, for real, man

I'm tired of this shit, man

Man, I try to rap for the ****, I try to get a **** tracks

He ain't hearing my shit, man, for real

Man, my 4 year old son can rap better than that ****

Man, that **** garbage

Man, I got talent too, the **** ain't hearing me

Man, is this shit on? Cris, come on, Cris

Cris, for real, man

Fuck you, ****, man, fuck you

Fuck you too, what you wanna do, scrawny ****?

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 your 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 diving in Bays at Montego

I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo

But I'm the light skinned version of Mandingo

I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Wingo

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 Shar pei's, y'all are wrinkled

And I stay with more bullets than your billboard singles

Ho, that is just too much

You just gotta give applause, he is definitely all for real

You see what I'm saying?

I be fucking with him all the time, you know what I mean?

I'm saying, I used to just serve home herb

Now home come through, he want fifties of purple

He want quarters of purple now

I want y'all to trip with it

Man, I done sold him a Q.P. last week of the flavor

You see what I'm saying?

Yeah, can I get a little hit of that?

Little **** with a bigger sack

C.P. set a bigger trap, look at the 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

Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show

Gotta hit 'em with that reload, I gotta put 'em with the people

I gotta make a **** 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 know who goes there, motherfuckers, it's Papa Bear

Stop and stare, pouring out a little gasoline and then drop a flare

I'm on fire, and you know I can't stop till I retire

Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue tires

Right down the avenue, passing you rapidly stacking

In the back of the Cadillac and packing emergency action

Camera, light-lights, throwing a punch and then fight-fight

Packing a lunch and then bite-bite, A-T-L stay tight-tight

I'm just tryna save ya, shorty

I'ma let you know it's real down here

When you ride down that two-eight-five

And you go past Cascade

Get ready to go past that Campbellton Road

'Fore you get to Camp Creek shorty

Just shake, 'cause that where them real **** at

I ain't lying when you in Decatur and you flossing down Glenwood

Candler Road or Rainbow, ****, shake

'Cause that where them real **** at

When you're going down that Ol' Nat Hill

And you pass that second Waffle House

'Fore you get to the rich ****, shake

'Cause that where them real **** at

Matter of fact, just shake when you get to Georgia, ****