Flying Saucers

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!"