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The royal penis is clean your highness
Thank you, king shit

-- Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America.
Time to roll out the red carpet on y`all bitch asses.
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
nigga`s earring. Luda throw some grapes on these bitches!

[Ludacris]
These bitches 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 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 mo` bells than Lark Vorhees

-- 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 hearin 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 iii-iiiis this shit on? `Cris, c`mon `Cris.
`Cris, f`real man. FUCK YOU NIGGA, MAN FUCK YOU!

[Ludacris]
Fuck you too! What you wanna 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 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 snatch `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 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 f`real - yaseeI`msayin? Ha ha I be
fuckin with him all the time, yahhmean? I`m sayin, I used
to just serve homes herb now how come through he want 50`s a purple,
he want quarters a purple now. I want y`all to trip with it
man, I woulda sold him a QP last week of the lava, yaseewhatImsayin?

[Ludacris]
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that, little nigga with a bigga sack
C.P. set a bigger trap look at that 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`
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 nigga stop, drop, roll - oh no where the beat go?
Bring that, shit back, didn`t wanna 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; 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 BITE BITE, 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 Cascade, get ready to go past that Campbellton Road
fo` you get it to Camp Creek shorty just shake; cause dat where dem
real niggaz at. I ain`t lyin when you in Decatur and you flossin
down Glenwood, Candler Road or Rainbow nigga shaaaaaake!
Cause dat where dem real niggaz at. When you`re goin down that
ol` Nat Hill and you pass dat second waffle house `fore you get
to the rich niggaz shaaake; cause dat where dem real niggaz at!
Matter of fact, just shaje when ya get to Georgia nigga.

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