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lirik lagu infinite aka f.l.u.i.d. - mars blackmon

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yeah… yeah…
yeah… yeah…

chorus:
got the gas in the jar/ split the cigar/ b-tch get in the car!/ sit with a star/ pop you a bar/ light it up they smell the sh-t from afar/ nc n-gga’ heels dipped in tar/ emcee n-ggas’ get k!lled with the bars…/ mars blackmon j’s…/ the first black man on mars…/ so high i put my hand on stars../ turn a cone… into a baseball bat/ hit it like nomar/ have a n-gga’ like “no more!”/ in your hood like mopar/ rob a n-gga’ like omar/ can’t track it with on-star/ quit being sub par / she know i’m cuttin’/ no scar

verse 1:
if i’m dead broke and my b-tch trippin’/ when the plug call/ sh-t get different/ i’m mj and fifth’s pippen/ use to mack a little/ now i’m big pimpin’/ keep a mac-11 with the big clip in/ headed to a play with yo chick whippin’/ rockin’ ice water with my wrist drippin’/ rock in ice water with my wrist whippin’/… being president was a pipe dream/ i get president’s from the pipe fiends/ if you ever wonder where your wife been/ keep an automatic weapon with the light beam/ if you know better go like the light green/ if a mouth’s running then i might swing/ be conservative like the right-wing/ only real tings in my writings/ greensboro just to be specific/ and the main goal is to be prolific/ got a bag for me?/ it’ll be terrific/ one word for the flow../ it’ll be pacific/ listen how my sh-t come out the speaker different/ bunsun burner with the ether put the beaker with it/ if you send a soldier my advice is at least lieutenant/ even he can get it

chorus:
got the gas in the jar/ split the cigar/ b-tch get in the car!/ sit with a star/ pop you a bar/ light it up they smell the sh-t from afar/ nc n-gga’ heels dipped in tar/ emcee n-ggas’ get k!lled with the bars…/ mars blackmon j’s…/ the first black man on mars…/ so high i put my hand on stars../ turn a cone… into a baseball bat/ hit it like nomar/ have a n-gga’ like “no more!”/ in your hood like mopar/ rob a n-gga’ like omar/ can’t track it with on-star/ quit being sub par / she know i’m cuttin’/ no scar

verse 2:
yeah…/ dance slow cause my pants low/ got the bands though out the bando/ keep a strap close/ got them hands though../ and my trunk fit../ a whole drum kit like a band though/ when it’s war time i’m rambo/…with a mask on/ straight blackface like sambo/ your men stroll we slid up givin samples/ when it blam go!/ we take zips and expand those/ designer sh-t from name brand clothes/ tags pop when they scan those/ just kick sh-t like a jammed door/ if i came through and i kicked back then you know i blew at least a gram though/ the struggle is../ too many d-mn hoes/ cheat like nba jam codes/ hit my line you in a jam bro/ i be frontin’ like i can’t do sh-t but i can though/ in a dark cut dressed in camo/ picture soldiers stressed about ammo/ shout to real g’s in the can though/..what you need i got for example../ ex.. xans.. blow/ your fans know i’m the man though/ when i write sh-t see my hands glow/ on sight sh-t lit going ham though/ keep it right on the hip no hambone/ i can whip dope right in a pan bro../ that non-stick with no pam though

chorus:
got the gas in the jar/ split the cigar/ b-tch get in the car!/ sit with a star/ pop you a bar/ light it up they smell the sh-t from afar/ nc n-gga’ heels dipped in tar/ emcee n-ggas’ get k!lled with the bars…/ mars blackmon j’s…/ the first black man on mars…/ so high i put my hand on stars../ turn a cone… into a baseball bat/ hit it like nomar/ have a n-gga’ like “no more!”/ in your hood like mopar/ rob a n-gga’ like omar/ can’t track it with on-star/ quit being sub par / she know i’m cuttin’/ no scar


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