[{"id":17965837,"name":"Coming 2 America","trackName":"Coming 2 America","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Ludacris - Word of Mouf","duration":261.990063,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The royal penis is clean your highness\nThank you, king shit\n\nYeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.37] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.33] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.33] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.45] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.57] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.37] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.99] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.89] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.53] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.72] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.88] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.20] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.21] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.56] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.33] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.47] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.87] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.25] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.86] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.93] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.29] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.83] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.36] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.85] Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n[03:18.78] Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n[03:21.54] I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n[03:24.63] Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n[03:27.64] Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n[03:30.61] In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n[03:33.88] Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n[03:36.68] Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n[03:39.93] I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n[03:43.53] It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n[03:47.03] And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n[03:50.71] Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n[03:54.39] Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n[03:58.21] Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n[04:02.34] 'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n[04:06.27] Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n[04:10.15] To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n[04:14.72] Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n[04:18.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Coming 2 America\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Ludacris - Word of Mouf\n  duration_ms: 261990\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The royal penis is clean your highness\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 2020\n- text: Thank you, king shit\n  start_ms: 2020\n  end_ms: 4630\n- text: Yeah motherfuckers! 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? 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Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.37] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.33] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.33] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.45] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.57] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.37] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.99] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.89] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.53] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.72] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.88] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.20] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.21] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.56] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.33] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.47] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.87] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.25] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.86] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.93] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.29] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.83] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.36] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.85] Who knows, who goes there? 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! 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Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! 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What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? 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Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! 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What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? 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Luda's oodles of noodles\n  start_ms: 51620\n  end_ms: 54370\n- text: And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  start_ms: 54370\n  end_ms: 57330\n- text: My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  start_ms: 57330\n  end_ms: 60330\n- text: It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  start_ms: 60330\n  end_ms: 63450\n- text: I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  start_ms: 63450\n  end_ms: 66570\n- text: And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  start_ms: 66570\n  end_ms: 69370\n- text: I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  start_ms: 69370\n  end_ms: 72990\n- text: '''Cause I''ve been saved by mo'' bells than Lark Vorhees'\n  start_ms: 72990\n  end_ms: 75890\n- text: Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  start_ms: 75890\n  end_ms: 78530\n- text: I'm tired of this shit man\n  start_ms: 78530\n  end_ms: 80720\n- text: Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  start_ms: 80720\n  end_ms: 82880\n- text: A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  start_ms: 82880\n  end_ms: 86580\n- text: Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  start_ms: 86580\n  end_ms: 89200\n- text: Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  start_ms: 89200\n  end_ms: 92210\n- text: The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  start_ms: 92210\n  end_ms: 96560\n- text: '''Cris, f''real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!'\n  start_ms: 96560\n  end_ms: 99330\n- text: Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  start_ms: 99330\n  end_ms: 102260\n- text: But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  start_ms: 102260\n  end_ms: 105620\n- text: Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  start_ms: 105620\n  end_ms: 108360\n- text: I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  start_ms: 108360\n  end_ms: 111260\n- text: You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  start_ms: 111260\n  end_ms: 114390\n- text: And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  start_ms: 114390\n  end_ms: 117470\n- text: I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  start_ms: 117470\n  end_ms: 120460\n- text: With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n  start_ms: 120460\n  end_ms: 123570\n- text: I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  start_ms: 123570\n  end_ms: 126460\n- text: I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  start_ms: 126460\n  end_ms: 129530\n- text: But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  start_ms: 129530\n  end_ms: 132410\n- text: I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  start_ms: 132410\n  end_ms: 135550\n- text: I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  start_ms: 135550\n  end_ms: 138540\n- text: '''Cause I''m big, you a little star, you just twinkle'\n  start_ms: 138540\n  end_ms: 141790\n- text: Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  start_ms: 141790\n  end_ms: 144350\n- text: And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n  start_ms: 144350\n  end_ms: 147590\n- text: Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  start_ms: 147590\n  end_ms: 152320\n- text: He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  start_ms: 152320\n  end_ms: 155890\n- text: Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  start_ms: 155890\n  end_ms: 159730\n- text: I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  start_ms: 159730\n  end_ms: 164180\n- text: He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  start_ms: 164180\n  end_ms: 167750\n- text: Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  start_ms: 167750\n  end_ms: 170630\n- text: Ya see what I'm saying?\n  start_ms: 170630\n  end_ms: 171280\n- text: Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  start_ms: 171280\n  end_ms: 174070\n- text: See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  start_ms: 174070\n  end_ms: 176250\n- text: Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  start_ms: 176250\n  end_ms: 178470\n- text: Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  start_ms: 178470\n  end_ms: 179870\n- text: Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  start_ms: 179870\n  end_ms: 181250\n- text: Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n  start_ms: 181250\n  end_ms: 183860\n- text: Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  start_ms: 183860\n  end_ms: 185930\n- text: I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  start_ms: 185930\n  end_ms: 189290\n- text: Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  start_ms: 189290\n  end_ms: 191830\n- text: Tons of fun with guns\n  start_ms: 191830\n  end_ms: 193360\n- text: Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  start_ms: 193360\n  end_ms: 195850\n- text: Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  start_ms: 195850\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 201540\n- text: I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  start_ms: 201540\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210610\n- text: In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  start_ms: 210610\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 216680\n- text: Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n  start_ms: 216680\n  end_ms: 219930\n- text: I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  start_ms: 219930\n  end_ms: 223530\n- text: It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  start_ms: 223530\n  end_ms: 227030\n- text: And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  start_ms: 227030\n  end_ms: 230710\n- text: Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  start_ms: 230710\n  end_ms: 234390\n- text: Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  start_ms: 234390\n  end_ms: 238210\n- text: Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  start_ms: 238210\n  end_ms: 242340\n- text: '''Cause that where them real niggas at, when you''re goin'' down that'\n  start_ms: 242340\n  end_ms: 246270\n- text: Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  start_ms: 246270\n  end_ms: 250150\n- text: To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  start_ms: 250150\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 258130\nplain: |-\n  The royal penis is clean your highness\n  Thank you, king shit\n\n  Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\n  I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\n  I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n  Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n"},{"id":17202610,"name":"Coming 2 America","trackName":"Coming 2 America","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Word of Mouf [Clean]","duration":262.25125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The royal penis is clean your highness\nThank you, king shit\n\nYeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.37] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.33] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.33] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.45] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.57] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.37] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.99] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.89] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.53] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.72] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.88] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.20] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.21] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.56] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.33] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.47] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.87] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.25] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.86] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.93] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.29] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.83] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.36] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.85] Who knows, who goes there? 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\n  I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\n  I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n  Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n"},{"id":23219754,"name":"Coming 2 America","trackName":"Coming 2 America","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Word of Mouf","duration":264.0456249,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The royal penis is clean your highness\nThank you, king shit\n\nYeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.37] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.33] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.33] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.45] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.57] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.37] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.99] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.89] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.53] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.72] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.88] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.20] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.21] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.56] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.33] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.47] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.87] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.25] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.86] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.93] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.29] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.83] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.36] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.85] Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n[03:18.78] Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n[03:21.54] I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n[03:24.63] Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n[03:27.64] Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n[03:30.61] In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n[03:33.88] Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n[03:36.68] Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n[03:39.93] I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n[03:43.53] It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n[03:47.03] And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n[03:50.71] Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n[03:54.39] Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n[03:58.21] Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n[04:02.34] 'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n[04:06.27] Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n[04:10.15] To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n[04:14.72] Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n[04:18.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Coming 2 America\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Word of Mouf\n  duration_ms: 264046\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The royal penis is clean your highness\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 2020\n- text: Thank you, king shit\n  start_ms: 2020\n  end_ms: 4630\n- text: Yeah motherfuckers! 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\n  I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\n  I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n  Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n"},{"id":24097506,"name":"01 - Coming 2 America","trackName":"01 - Coming 2 America","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Word Of Mouf","duration":262.0407,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The royal penis is clean your highness\nThank you, king shit\n\nYeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.07] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.70] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.38] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.89] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.94] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.41] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.99] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.22] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.32] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.01] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.33] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.55] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.90] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.22] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.62] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.35] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.63] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.36] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.31] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.40] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.46] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.59] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.39] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.95] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.85] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.55] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.74] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.84] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.24] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.22] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.57] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.32] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.22] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.64] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.37] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.28] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.40] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.48] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.42] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.52] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.48] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.59] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.40] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.50] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.56] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.74] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.36] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.52] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.35] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.86] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.78] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.17] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.76] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.67] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.27] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.02] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.21] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.46] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.85] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.28] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.85] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.99] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.22] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.88] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.34] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.89] Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n[03:18.75] Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n[03:21.54] I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n[03:24.68] Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n[03:27.67] Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n[03:30.66] In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n[03:33.87] Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n[03:36.67] Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n[03:39.96] I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n[03:43.56] It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n[03:47.03] And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n[03:50.79] Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n[03:54.33] Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n[03:58.25] Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n[04:02.35] 'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n[04:06.28] Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n[04:10.13] To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n[04:14.72] Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n[04:18.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 01 - Coming 2 America\n  artist: Ludacris\n  album: Word Of Mouf\n  duration_ms: 262041\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: The royal penis is clean your highness\n  start_ms: 200\n  end_ms: 2070\n- text: Thank you, king shit\n  start_ms: 2070\n  end_ms: 4700\n- text: Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n  start_ms: 4700\n  end_ms: 8380\n- text: Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  start_ms: 8380\n  end_ms: 11890\n- text: Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  start_ms: 11890\n  end_ms: 15940\n- text: Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  start_ms: 15940\n  end_ms: 19210\n- text: Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  start_ms: 19210\n  end_ms: 21410\n- text: The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  start_ms: 21410\n  end_ms: 24990\n- text: Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n  start_ms: 24990\n  end_ms: 26220\n- text: These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  start_ms: 26220\n  end_ms: 29320\n- text: They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  start_ms: 29320\n  end_ms: 32010\n- text: What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  start_ms: 32010\n  end_ms: 34330\n- text: Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  start_ms: 34330\n  end_ms: 36550\n- text: That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  start_ms: 36550\n  end_ms: 39900\n- text: By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  start_ms: 39900\n  end_ms: 42220\n- text: Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  start_ms: 42220\n  end_ms: 45620\n- text: With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  start_ms: 45620\n  end_ms: 48350\n- text: It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n  start_ms: 48350\n  end_ms: 51630\n- text: Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! 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Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\n  I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\n  I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n  Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n"},{"id":15261144,"name":"Coming 2 America (Album Version (Explicit))","trackName":"Coming 2 America (Album Version (Explicit))","artistName":"Ludacris","albumName":"Word Of Mouf","duration":262.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The royal penis is clean your highness\nThank you, king shit\n\nYeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\nTime to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\nHailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\nLudacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\nRecognize royalty when you hear it\nThe throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\nLuda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\nThese bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\nThey wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\nWhat am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\nWork that track, whip 'em like Kunta\nThat's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\nBy way of A-T-L; if you disagree\nDon't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\nWith no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\nIt's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\nUh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\nAnd testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\nMy rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\nIt's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\nI'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\nAnd even got my coats bumped up to first class\nI'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\nMan fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\nI'm tired of this shit man\nMan I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\nA nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\nMan, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\nMan that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\nThe nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\nFuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\nBut I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\nKnow how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\nI throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\nYou see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\nAnd coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\nI'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\nWith five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\nI go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\nI find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\nBut I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\nI've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\nI used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\nOld asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\nAnd I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\nHo, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\nHe is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\nHa-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\nI used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\nHe want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\nMan, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\nYa see what I'm saying?\n\nYeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\nSee piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\nWhere they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\nShady Park, you heard, just don't go\nQuick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\nMaking the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\nGotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\nI gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\nBring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\nTons of fun with guns\nFuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\nWho knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\nStop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\nI'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\nOh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\nRight down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\nIn the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\nCamera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\nPackin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\nI'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\nIt's real down here, when you ride down that 285\nAnd you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\nFo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\nReal niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\nDown Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\nOl' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\nTo the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\nMatter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.20] The royal penis is clean your highness\n[00:02.02] Thank you, king shit\n[00:04.63] Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n[00:08.36] Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n[00:11.82] Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n[00:15.96] Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n[00:19.21] Recognize royalty when you hear it\n[00:21.49] The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n[00:24.96] Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n[00:26.29] These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n[00:29.39] They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n[00:32.06] What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n[00:34.34] Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n[00:36.54] That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n[00:39.94] By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n[00:42.24] Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n[00:45.68] With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n[00:48.34] It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n[00:51.62] Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n[00:54.37] And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n[00:57.33] My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n[01:00.33] It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n[01:03.45] I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n[01:06.57] And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n[01:09.37] I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n[01:12.99] 'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n[01:15.89] Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n[01:18.53] I'm tired of this shit man\n[01:20.72] Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n[01:22.88] A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n[01:26.58] Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n[01:29.20] Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n[01:32.21] The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n[01:36.56] 'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n[01:39.33] Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n[01:42.26] But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n[01:45.62] Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n[01:48.36] I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n[01:51.26] You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n[01:54.39] And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n[01:57.47] I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n[02:00.46] With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n[02:03.57] I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n[02:06.46] I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n[02:09.53] But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n[02:12.41] I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n[02:15.55] I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n[02:18.54] 'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n[02:21.79] Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n[02:24.35] And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n[02:27.59] Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n[02:32.32] He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n[02:35.89] Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n[02:39.73] I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n[02:44.18] He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n[02:47.75] Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n[02:50.63] Ya see what I'm saying?\n[02:51.28] Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n[02:54.07] See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n[02:56.25] Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n[02:58.47] Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n[02:59.87] Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n[03:01.25] Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n[03:03.86] Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n[03:05.93] I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n[03:09.29] Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n[03:11.83] Tons of fun with guns\n[03:13.36] Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n[03:15.85] Who knows, who goes there? 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Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  start_ms: 195850\n  end_ms: 198780\n- text: Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n  start_ms: 198780\n  end_ms: 201540\n- text: I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  start_ms: 201540\n  end_ms: 204630\n- text: Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  start_ms: 204630\n  end_ms: 207640\n- text: Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  start_ms: 207640\n  end_ms: 210610\n- text: In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  start_ms: 210610\n  end_ms: 213880\n- text: Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  start_ms: 213880\n  end_ms: 216680\n- text: Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n  start_ms: 216680\n  end_ms: 219930\n- text: I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  start_ms: 219930\n  end_ms: 223530\n- text: It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  start_ms: 223530\n  end_ms: 227030\n- text: And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  start_ms: 227030\n  end_ms: 230710\n- text: Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  start_ms: 230710\n  end_ms: 234390\n- text: Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  start_ms: 234390\n  end_ms: 238210\n- text: Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  start_ms: 238210\n  end_ms: 242340\n- text: '''Cause that where them real niggas at, when you''re goin'' down that'\n  start_ms: 242340\n  end_ms: 246270\n- text: Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  start_ms: 246270\n  end_ms: 250150\n- text: To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  start_ms: 250150\n  end_ms: 254720\n- text: Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n  start_ms: 254720\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 258130\nplain: |-\n  The royal penis is clean your highness\n  Thank you, king shit\n\n  Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America\n  Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses\n  Hailin from the filthy, dirty South, where the Kings lay\n  Ludacris; Disturbin' Tha Peace family\n  Recognize royalty when you hear it\n  The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring\n  Luda, throw some grapes on these bitches!\n\n  These bitches throwing rose petals at my feet mayne!\n  They wanna spoil me, treating me like royalty\n  What am I 'sposed to do? It's such a sweet thang\n  Work that track, whip 'em like Kunta\n  That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda\n  By way of A-T-L; if you disagree\n  Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go, just go straight to jail\n  With no probation or bail, but this ain't Monopoly\n  It's Jolly Green Giants, 'cause we smoke so much broccoli\n\n  Uh-oh, Spaghetti-O's! Luda's oodles of noodles\n  And testin' me is like pitbulls put up to poodles\n  My rap career goes back further than yo' father hairline\n  It's Ludacris, I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines\n  I'm fly, even when I get high, I work cash\n  And even got my coats bumped up to first class\n  I'm boss to all employees and I'm here to teach the principle\n  'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Vorhees\n\n  Man fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real man\n  I'm tired of this shit man\n  Man I try to rap for the nigga, I try to get\n  A nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit, man for real\n  Man, my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga\n  Man that nigga garbage, man I got talent too\n  The nigga ain't hearin' me, man i-is this shit on? 'Cris, c'mon 'Cris\n  'Cris, f'real man, fuck you nigga, man fuck you!\n\n  Fuck you too! What you wanna do? Scrawny nigga\n  But I got a arsenal of automatics down to 22s\n  Know how to use 'em, fight dirty as shit\n  I throw a grenade and all-in-one bury a clique\n  You see y'all got it all wrong like women in tuxedos\n  And coming up shorter than five Danny DeVitos\n  I'm on a cool ranch, get laid more than Fritos\n  With five strippers, four wives and three amigos\n\n  I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego\n  I find gold links and snatch 'em like I'm Deebo\n  But I'm the light-skinteted version of Mandingo\n  I've seen more Beatles and Jagged Edges than Ringo\n  I used to run numbers in line, they called me bingo\n  'Cause I'm big, you a little star, you just twinkle\n  Old asses like sharpeis, y'all all wrinkled\n  And I stay with more bullets than yo' Billboard singles\n\n  Ho, that is just too much! You just gotta give applause\n  He is definitely all f'real - y'all see 'msaying?\n  Ha-ha I be fuckin' with him all the time, yah mean? I'm saying\n  I used to just sat at home and I won't come through, he want filters a purple\n  He want quarters a purple now, I want y'all to trip with it\n  Man, I woulda sold him a coupe, we coulda played with\n  Ya see what I'm saying?\n\n  Yeah, can I get a little hit of that? Little nigga with a bigga sack\n  See piece of the bigger trap, look at that, God be rollin' on that\n  Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know\n  Shady Park, you heard, just don't go\n  Quick to flip the bird up, po'-po'\n  Making the way for that rodeo, that rodeo show!\n\n  Gotta hit 'em with a reload, I gotta put 'em with the people\n  I gotta make a nigga stop, drop, roll, oh no, where the beat go?\n  Bring that, shit back, didn't wanna hear that, click-clack\n  Tons of fun with guns\n  Fuck all the lil' chit-chat, get back, get that, get that\n  Who knows, who goes there? Motherfuckers it's Poppa Bear\n  Stop and stare; pourin' out a lil' gasoline and then drop a flare\n\n  I'm on (fire!) and you know I can't stop 'til I re (tire!)\n  Oh no, we stay swoll, rollin' on Vogue (tires!)\n  Right down the avenue, passin' you rapidly stackin'\n  In the back of the Cadillac and packin' emergency action\n  Camera (light, lights), throwin' a punch and then (fight, fight)\n  Packin' a lunch and then (bite, bite), A-T-L stay (tight, tight)\n\n  I'm just tryin' to save ya shorty, I'ma let you know\n  It's real down here, when you ride down that 285\n  And you go past Kincaid, get ready to go past that Cambleton Road\n  Fo' you get it cut free shorty just shave, 'cause dat where them\n  Real niggas at, I ain't lyin' when you in Decatur and you flossin'\n  Down Clintwood, Cambleton Road or way Boulder to shave!\n  'Cause that where them real niggas at, when you're goin' down that\n  Ol' Nat Hill and you pass that second waffle house 'fore you get\n  To the rich niggas daaang, 'cause dat where them real niggas at!\n  Matter of fact, just shave when ya get to Georgia nigga\n"}]