John

Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
 Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy
 Huh
 Yeah
 Huh
 Ahh
 44 bulldog, my motherfuckin' pet
 I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
 I'm fuckin' her good, she got her legs on my neck
 I get pussy, mouth, and ass, call that bitch triple-threat
 When I was in jail, she let me call her collect
 But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
 Top down, it's upset
 Been fucking the world, and nigga, I ain't cum yet
 You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
 The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
 The guns are drawn and I ain't talking 'bout a sketch
 I pay these niggas with a reality check
 Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
 This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
 The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
 And AK-47 is my fucking address, huh
 I'm not a star, somebody lied
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 Yeah, Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
 Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
 Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
 Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
 Big black nigga in a icy watch
 Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
 Count the profits, you could bring 'em in a Nike box
 Grinding in my Jordans, kick 'em off, they might be hot, swish
 I'm swimming in a yellow bitch (Boss)
 In the red 911 looking devilish (Haha)
 Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
 Thought it were bullet proof 'til he got hit the fifth time
 Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
 Make it come back even harder than before (Yeah)
 Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
 Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
 I'm not a star, somebody lied
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 I got a chopper in the car
 Yeah, oad up the choppers like it's December 31st
 Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
 If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
 Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
 Talk stupid, get ya head popped
 I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Redd Foxx
 Big B's, Red Sox
 I get money to kill time, dead clocks
 You fucking with a nigga who won't give a fuck
 Empty the clip then roll the window up
 Pussy nigga sweet, them niggas Cinnabon
 I'm in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
 200 thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
 That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
 Dark shades, Eazy E
 Five letters, YMCMB
 Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
 I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
 You know the rules, kill 'em all and keep moving
 If I died today, it'd be a holiday, huh
 I'm not a star, somebody lied
 I got a chopper in the car, so don't make it come alive (Yeah)
 Rip your ass apart, then I pull myself together
 YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
 The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch go "Bang"
 Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint (Yeah)
 Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
 My first home invasion, papi gave me forty bricks
 Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape (Yeah)
 Ain't it funny, mama only son be bakin' cakes
 Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
 Niggas gather 'round, got gifts for each and all of y'all
 Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up (Yeah)
 If you get in trouble, that just mean you fuckin' up (NIgga)
 It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up (Yeah)
 I call the plays, motherfucker, huddle up
 I'm not a star, somebody lied
 I got a chopper in the car
 Yeah