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Verse 2
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
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Gm
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Dm
Recog nize royalty when you hear it
The throne has been taken,
these peasants
Verse 3
at my feet,
man
What I'm supposed to do?
It's such a sweet thing
Dm
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Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta
By way of A- T- L, if you disagree
With no probation or bail,
but this ain't Monopoly
we smoke so much broccoli
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
Verse 4
Dm
man,
Gm
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Dm
I'm tired of this shit, man
Gm
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Dm
He ain't hearing my shit, man, for real
Man, my four- year- old son can
Man, is this shit on? 'Cris,
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
You see y'all got it all wrong like
women in tuxedos
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Dm
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And coming up shorter than
five Danny DeVitos
I'm on a cool ranch,
get laid more than Fritos
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
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
Verse 6
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Dm
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Dm
He is definitely all foreal, ya see
Gm
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Dm
Fucking with him all the time,
ya know what I mean? I'm saying, I used
Verse 7
Dm
F#
Yeah, can I get a little hit of that,
of people just don't know
Quick to flip the bird up
po'- po'
that rodeo show!
Gotta hit 'em with a reload,
F#
Dm
A
I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll,
Bring that, shit back,
didn't want to hear that, clik- clak
back get that get that
Who knows, who goes there?
Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear
Come on, fire! And you know
on Vogue tires!
Right down the avenue,
packing emergency action
Camera, light lights,
Verse 8
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
Decatur and you flossing
Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road
When you're going down that ol'
Second waffle house 'fore you get
To the rich niggas dang,
cause that where them real niggas at!
just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga
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