Flying Saucers

Lyrics
A lotta niggas ain't scared, you nah'mean? You know, like when the Martians landed and shit White folks got scared, talkin' about "Golly, I'll tell you just a big ol' helicopter thing came down, landed People got out, had that fur all over their body, big ol' claw hands and shit! Jesus Christ!" Nothin' can scare a nigga, after 400 years of this shit I mean, a Martian ain't got a chance, boy A nigga'd warn a Martian "Better get yo' ass away from 'round here You done landed on Mr. Gilmore's property" If he land in New York, a nigga'll take his shit from him "Give up, you got to give up the flying saucer, baby! 'Cause I'm a macaroni, ya'mean?" You be cruisin', nigga be cruisin' "Oh yeah, this sweet! How much is petrol? 82 million a gallon? Fuck this machine!"
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Richard Pryor