Yeah, motherfuckers,
welcome to the United States of America
Time to roll out the red carpet
on y'all bitch asses
Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,
where the Kings lay
Ludacris, Disturbin' Tha Peace family
Recog nize royalty when you hear it
The throne has been taken,
so kiss this nigga's earring
Luda throw some grapes on
these peasants
These bitches throwing rose petals
at my feet,
man
They want to spoil me,
treating me like roy alty (woo)
What I'm 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,
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 (woo)
And testing me is like
pitbulls put up to poodles
My rap career goes back further
than yo' father hairline
It's Ludacris (what?), I pack more
nuts than Delta Airlines (ow)
I'm fly, even when I get high I work cash
And even got my coats bumped up
to first class (Woo)
I'm boss to all employees,
and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo'
bells than Lark Voorhies
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 hearing 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, is this shit on? 'Cris,
c'mon 'Cris
'Cris, f'real man
Fuck you, nigga, man, fuck you
Fuck you too!
What you want to 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 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 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 foreal, ya see
what I'm saying? Ha ha I be
Fucking with him all the time,
ya know what I mean? I'm saying, 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 would of sold him a Coupe
we could of played with,
Ya see what I'm sayin'?
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 rolling 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 want to 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, pouring out a lil'
gasoline and then drop a flare
Come on, fire! And you know
I can't stop 'til I retire!
Oh no, we stay swoll, rolling
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 trying to save ya shorty
I'ma let you know it's real down here
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 that where them real niggas at
I ain't lying when you in
Decatur and you flossing
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road
or Boulder to shave!
Cause that where them real niggas at
When you're going down that ol'
Nat Hill and you pass that
Second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggas dang,
cause that where them real niggas at!
Matter of fact,
just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga
Ludacris 
