The royal p**** is clean your highness
Thank you, king s***
Yeah m************! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all b**** a****.
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****'s earring. Luda throw some grapes on these b******!
[Ludacris]
These b****** 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 b**ped 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*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this s*** man. Man I try to rap for the n****, I try to get
a n**** tracks; he ain't hearin my s***. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that n****;
man that n**** garbage. Man I got talent too, the n**** ain't
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this s*** on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.
'Cris, f'real man. f*** YOU n****, MAN f*** YOU!
[Ludacris]
f*** you too! What you wanna do, scrawny n****
But I got a a***nal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as s***
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 s***** '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 a**** 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 - yasee WHAT I'msayin? Ha ha I be
f***** with him all the time, yah know what I mean? I'm sayin, I used
to just sell home herb (?) now home come through he want fiftys OF purple,
he want quarters OF purple now. I DONT KNOW HOW to trip with it
man, I just sold him a QP last week of the flava,
yaseewhatI'msayin?
[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little n**** 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**** stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, s*** back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
f*** all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? m************ 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 b*** b***, 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 shake; cause dat where dem
real n***** at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow to shake!
Cause dat where dem real n***** at. When you're goin down that
ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
to the rich n***** daaang, cause dat where dem real n***** at!
Matter of fact, just shake when ya get to Georgia n****.
Thank you, king s***
Yeah m************! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all b**** a****.
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****'s earring. Luda throw some grapes on these b******!
[Ludacris]
These b****** 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 b**ped 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*** that n**** 'Cris man, for real man. I'm tired of
this s*** man. Man I try to rap for the n****, I try to get
a n**** tracks; he ain't hearin my s***. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that n****;
man that n**** garbage. Man I got talent too, the n**** ain't
hearin me. Man iii-iiiis this s*** on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris.
'Cris, f'real man. f*** YOU n****, MAN f*** YOU!
[Ludacris]
f*** you too! What you wanna do, scrawny n****
But I got a a***nal of automatics down to twenty-twos
Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as s***
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 s***** '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 a**** 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 - yasee WHAT I'msayin? Ha ha I be
f***** with him all the time, yah know what I mean? I'm sayin, I used
to just sell home herb (?) now home come through he want fiftys OF purple,
he want quarters OF purple now. I DONT KNOW HOW to trip with it
man, I just sold him a QP last week of the flava,
yaseewhatI'msayin?
[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little n**** 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**** stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, s*** back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns
f*** all the lil' chit-chat get back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there? m************ 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 b*** b***, 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 shake; cause dat where dem
real n***** at. I ain't lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow to shake!
Cause dat where dem real n***** at. When you're goin down that
ol' Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house 'fore you get
to the rich n***** daaang, cause dat where dem real n***** at!
Matter of fact, just shake when ya get to Georgia n****.