Chillin' on Moon Rocks (feat. Killa B Tha Kush King)
I'm Vader with a saber makin' love to the paper
People hatin'
Catch you later
Later alligator
When it come to the dolla's
I can make a hoe holla
Why bother
Yea Yea Yea
My girl she a goddess
And still bein' modest
She on fire
She the hottest
She a star
Shine the brightest
She fly
She the pilot
She my queen
She my highness
Highness
Highness
She my queen
It goes
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass
Shake that ass
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
I'm teachin' a how-to class when I'm about to rap
I'll put ya' to sleep on the ground to nap
I'll have ya' jaw battered till it's all fractured
Skull matters all splattered all along the wall plastered
I'm not from earth my parents are alien Martians
But Mars wasn't safe cause some crazy shit started
So I had to come to earth as a baby departed
Got adopted by a family and they raised me with yall's kids
So we're different species not the same you and me
Cause I'm from Mars I don't need a space suit to breathe
You're so skeptical over there but I'll make you believe
I'll beam you up in my UFO and I'll take you with me
It goes
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass
Shake that ass
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
The shit that I'm spittin' is the wickedest shit that's been spit in a
Minute Infinite's spinnin' in the kitchen as I'm sittin' itchin' to
Dig in this delicious chicken from Rips, lips hittin the tip of a
Spliff that's mixed with cigs lippin' the shit as if I'm lickin' the
Clit
Stick in her ribs
Stick in her ribs
Bitches thicker than shit
Thicker than shit
Ayo Killa man
I think that shit's kickin' in dawg
Yes
Aye
Killa
Ooh
Aye bro I
I feel wavy bro
Swerve
Sauce
Aye
You got the UFO keys
No I uh, thought you grabbed 'em
Aww fuck
People hatin'
Catch you later
Later alligator
When it come to the dolla's
I can make a hoe holla
Why bother
Yea Yea Yea
My girl she a goddess
And still bein' modest
She on fire
She the hottest
She a star
Shine the brightest
She fly
She the pilot
She my queen
She my highness
Highness
Highness
She my queen
It goes
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass
Shake that ass
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
I'm teachin' a how-to class when I'm about to rap
I'll put ya' to sleep on the ground to nap
I'll have ya' jaw battered till it's all fractured
Skull matters all splattered all along the wall plastered
I'm not from earth my parents are alien Martians
But Mars wasn't safe cause some crazy shit started
So I had to come to earth as a baby departed
Got adopted by a family and they raised me with yall's kids
So we're different species not the same you and me
Cause I'm from Mars I don't need a space suit to breathe
You're so skeptical over there but I'll make you believe
I'll beam you up in my UFO and I'll take you with me
It goes
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
One for the money
Two for the show
Three to get funny
Four for the hoes
Five to get lucky
Six to get stoned
Seven to get dummy
And eight to get blown
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass
Shake that ass
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
Baby girl
Shake that ass one time
The shit that I'm spittin' is the wickedest shit that's been spit in a
Minute Infinite's spinnin' in the kitchen as I'm sittin' itchin' to
Dig in this delicious chicken from Rips, lips hittin the tip of a
Spliff that's mixed with cigs lippin' the shit as if I'm lickin' the
Clit
Stick in her ribs
Stick in her ribs
Bitches thicker than shit
Thicker than shit
Ayo Killa man
I think that shit's kickin' in dawg
Yes
Aye
Killa
Ooh
Aye bro I
I feel wavy bro
Swerve
Sauce
Aye
You got the UFO keys
No I uh, thought you grabbed 'em
Aww fuck
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Babis
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