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Ladies and gentlemen the Martian ambassador is gonna say a few words yeah...what it is, what it is, what it iss, what it iss yeahh...dj...Cinema...Marty Gras I got em yeah I pop my trunk and everybody get to running, The \"fireman\" bitch like my body in the oven. I'm one egg short, I'm just tryin to get a dozen. My name like honey, it got all the bitches buzzing. The neck of the barrel is so long and narrow, And it shoot a bunch, you just lunchin and munching like Farrel. Bloodshot eye's on the sparrow, I stay high, but on-point like an arrow. Street nigga baby I'm in love with the gravel, Money gives me life like the man with the gavel I'm strapped at home, I'm strapped when I travel I pop my trunk and make the bitches spread like cattle i don't know if lil wayne would consider himself man of the year i don't even know if he knows what year it is when i met him in new Orleans he told me that after he retires in America he plans to move to France and become a French hip-hop star quotations quote and i quote, laugh now but later he said that's my slogan Live from the 504 it's Mr. Crazy flow Jumping like a bungee no rope SongtexteEven in the dungeon I glow Even if ain't sunny I glow If it ain't about money I go Nowhere I'm nailed to the floor Money controls where I go It is the sail to my boat And it's going down it's going down Like there's a whale in the boat See you can smell that I smoke And yep I sip that lean You hit me with that combination that make my eyes bleed I'm a shark in the water yep I swim with the big So I don't have time to deal with Willy the squid L-lilly pad niggas l-look at the monster Y-you don't want to crash like la la bamba i could never go to hell cause im a take over bitch! thats over like i dont want beef with that thats they gotta leave me out that hip-hop shit man i rap real well dont leave it at that im to talented to waste a damn mind on anybody else i anit gotta talk about women and pussy and how good i am in bed all day thats thats no exaggeration I got them 24 inches, sittin on them Joe Buddens And the trunk straight jumpin, bitch I can't hear nothin And I might do the Spurs, sittin on them Tim Duncan's And in the lambourgini, I do donuts like dunkin How come every bad bitch with a pussy, wanna fuck 'em But I just feed 'em drugs, and watch 'em fuck each other My neck was 100, and my wrist was another I make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle Peyton Manning flow, I just go no huddle Baby girl gettin straight dick, no cuddle You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle. Cinema limited information available i have made three extrapolations 1 our Martian friend is a carbon based life form 2 he breaths nitrogen 3. The large cerebrum here indicates telepathic potential you mean they can read our thoughts potentially...yes (Thanks to Taylor Kok for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania