knows how to work the brakes, but Uncle Sam's on Mars Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, Uncle Sam's on Mars, he's on Mars Layers of smoke in
car kills My uncle went to Mars he is out there Looking at the stars uncle on Mars My uncle went to Mars he is out there Looking at the stars uncle on Mars
Traducción: O Nits. Tio em Marte.
"A" This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!! Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre We got a bogey! (Marshall I'm on the way) [Chorus
made mack on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on
tried and lied to drain my fame This ain't a game, yo, you know my name Innovatin', devastatin' and dope on a single, now Dance on my remix single They
paper drop a bomb on? And I look back on Venus I look back on Venus (I look) I look back on Mars I look back on Mars And I burn with the fire, of ten
, been grindin' since I was little On this pool pick narratin' these proverbs and riddles I'm fresh like green bananas and fly like Continental 'Cause I stay up on
What they planting in the seeds of the next generation Feeding our children miseducation No one knows if there's UFOs or any life on Mars Or what they
earth im on my way to rock mars [CHORUS] [verse 3] now everybody wants to shine and if they say they don't you know they lying put me on the back
pothead Doin' what I gotta do to keep the spot fed In the climate of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle
the fo' 5th, clutchin' on the 5th With Snoop be in the front and his jewelry shinin' All through his clothes and lil niggaz in the back on the low But
't wanna hear nuttin real you should be skippin my parts My swagger get any higher I'll be sittin on mars I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers
and if they say that they don't then you know they lying Put me on the back burner like I'm Uncle Fester, but when I blow up who's the first on Friendster
gotta do to keep the spot fed In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle I bundle, amongst you