The penis is clean your highness Thank you, shit
Yeah motherfuckers, welcome to the United of America to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses Hailin' from the filthy, South, where the kings lay Ludacris, disturbin' tha peace Recognize royalty when you it The throne has taken, so kiss this niggas earring Luda throw grapes on these bitches
These bitches throwin' petals at my feet man They wanna spoil me, me like royalty What I'm 'sposed to do? It's such a thang Work that track, whip 'em like That's why stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda By way of A-T-L, if you Don't look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail With no probation or bail but this Monopoly It's Green Giants 'cause we smoke so much Broccoli
Oh oh spaghetti o's, Luda's oodles of And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to My rap career goes back further than yo' father It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts Delta Airlines I'm fly, even when I get high I cash And got my coach bumped up to first class I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the 'Cause I've been by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees
Man that nigga 'Cris man, for real man I'm of this shit man Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get a tracks He ain't hearin' my shit, man for Man my son can rap better than that nigga Man that nigga garbage, man I got too The ain't hearin' me, man is this shit on? 'Cris 'Cris, 'Cris, f'real man Fuck you nigga, man you
Fuck you too, what you wanna do? nigga But I got a of automatics down to twenty-twos Know how to use 'em, fight as shit I throw a grenade and all-in-one a clique You see y'all got it all wrong like in tuxedos They comin' up shorter than five DeVitos I'm on a cool ranch, get laid than Fritos five strippers, four wives and three amigos
I go scuba in Bays at Montego I find gold and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo But I'm the light-skinteted version of I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than I used to run numbers in line they me Bingo 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you twinkle Old asses sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled And I stay with more bullets yo' Billboard singles
Hoe now it's too much, you just gotta give applause He is definitely all f'real, ya see I'm sayin'? Ha ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yeah I'm sayin', I used to just serve homes Now how come through he 50's a purple He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip it Man, I woulda him a QP last week of the lava Ya see what I' m
Yeah, can I get a hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack C.P. set a bigger trap look at that Road and Old Nat Where they kick it at? And a lot of people don't know Shady Park you heard just go, quick to flip the bird up po'-po' Makin' the way for that rodeo, that rodeo Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the I gotta make a stop, drop, roll, oh no where the beat go? that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, clik-clak
Tons of fun with guns, fuck all the chit-chat get back get that, get that Who knows, who goes Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear Stop and stare, pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then a flare I'm on, fire and you know I can't 'til I retire Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin' In the back of the and packin' emergency action Camera, light, lights, throwin' a and then fight, fight Packin' a lunch and then bite, bite, A-T-L tight, tight
I'm just to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know it's real down yeah you ride down that two-eighty-five and you go past Cascade Get ready to go past that Road Fo' you get it to Creek shorty just shake 'Cause dat dem real niggaz at I lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin' down Glenwood
Candler Road or Rainbow shake dat where dem real niggaz at When goin' down that ol' Nat Hill And you pass dat second house 'Fore you get to the rich shake 'Cause dat dem real niggaz at Matter of fact, shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga