Coming 2 America Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, [Am]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
[E]Recog[Dm] nize[D] royalty[C] when you [Am]hear it
The throne has been taken,
so kiss this [C]nigga's ear[Dm]ring
[C]Luda throw [Am]some grapes on
these peasants
These bitches throw[C#]ing rose petals

[Verse 3]
at my feet,
man
[Am]They want to [C#]spoil me,
treating me like [Am]roy a[C#]lty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do?
It's such a sweet thing
Work [Am]that track, whip [C#]'em like Kunta
That's why they stay [Am]down,
they [C#]loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A- T- L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me [Am]ho,
don't [C#]pass go just go straight to jail
With no probation or bail,
but this ain't Monopoly
It's [Am]Jolly Green Giant[C#]s 'cause
we smoke so much broccoli
Uh- oh, Spaghetti- [Am]O's! Luda's oodles
[C#]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 [Ebm]saved by mo'
[C#]bells than [Am]Lark Voorhies
[C]Man, fuck that [Am]nigga 'Cris

[Verse 4]
[Am]man,
for real [E]man
I'm tired [Dm]of this sh[D]it, ma[Am]n
[C]Man, I try [Am]to rap for the nigga
I try to get a nigga track[C]s
He ain't hearing [Dm]my sh[C]it, ma[Am]n, for real
Man, my four- year- old son can
rap [C]better than that nigga
[Am]Man, that nigga garbage
Man, I got [Dm]talent too,
[C]the nigga ain't hearin' me[Am]
Man, is this shit on? 'Cris,
[C]c'mon 'Cris
[Dm]'Cris, [C]f'real man
[Am]Fuck you, nigga, man, [E]fuck you
Fuck [C#]you too!

[Verse 5]
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 [E]and all- in-
one [C#]bury a clique
You see y'all got it all wrong like
women in tuxedos
[Fm]And com[F]ing [Am]up shorter [C#]than
five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch,
get laid more than Fritos
[Am]With five [C#]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 [Am]more [C#]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 [Am]singles
[C]Ho [Am]that is just too

[Verse 6]
much! [Em]You
just gotta [D]give applause
[C]He [Am]is defi[C]nitely a[Am]ll foreal, ya see
what I'm saying? [C]Ha ha I be
Fuck[Dm]ing with [C]him all the [Am]time,
ya know what I mean? I'm saying, I used
[C]To just [Am]now home come
through he want [D]filters a purple,
[C]He want qua[Am]rters a purple now
I want y'all to trip [C]with it
Man, I would of sold him [D]a Coupe
[C]we cou[Am]ld of played with,
Ya see what [E]I'm sayin'?

[Verse 7]
[Am]Yeah, can I [C#]get a little hit of that,
little [Am]nigga with a [C#]bigga sack
See piece of the [E]bigger trap look
at that God be rolling on [C#m]that
Where they kick it at? And a [C#]lot
of people just don't know
Shady [Am]Park you heard [C#]just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up
po'- po'
Making the way for that [C#]rodeo,
that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload,
I gotta put 'em with the [Am]people
I gotta [C#]make a nigga [Am]stop, [E]drop, roll,
[C#]oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back,
didn't want to hear that, clik- clak
Tons of [E]fun with guns
Fuck all the lil' chit- [C#]chat get
back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there?
Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear
[E]Stop and stare, pouring out a lil[Dbm]'
gas[Db]oline and then drop a flare
Come on, fire! And you know
I can't stop 'til I [E]retire!
Oh no, we [Db]stay swoll, rolling
on Vogue tires!
Right down the avenue,
passing you [Db]rapidly stacking
In the back of the Cadillac [Db]and
packing emergency action
Camera, light lights,
throwing a punch [Db]and then fight [E]fight
Packing a lunch and then bite [C#]bite,
A- T- L stay tight [Am]tight

[Verse 8]
I'm just trying [Am]to save ya shorty
I'ma [E]let you know it's real [Am]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 [C]just [Am]shave
Cause that where them real niggas [E]at
[D]I ain't lying[Am] when you in
Decatur and you flossing
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road
or [C]Boulder to [Am]shave!
[E]Cause that whe[Am]re them real niggas at
When you're going down that ol'
Nat Hill and you pass [C#]that
Second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggas dang,
cause that where them real niggas at!
[C#]Matter of fact,
just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga
[C#m]