On solar-eclipse day, the space agency's main feed is going to be epic.
NASA TV has mapped out live video coverage for its "Eclipse Across America" segment from 12 locations on the ground, jets in the sky, telescopes, and dozens of high-altitude balloons.
) I pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber (skrrt) I got a sweet tooth but I stay away from suckers (for real though) Nobu in Malibu was my last supper (we eatin' good) I fucked her in rush hour traffic, Chris Tucker (haha, yeah) Everybody screamin' gang gang gang (gang) Them folks come and get you, you gon' tell on the whole gang (gang) She said can she fuck me with my diamond chains?
If I ain't in the bank, then I'm on the plane (yeah, hey) 'Bout to go get some money or go spend some money (yeah) They stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me (Franklins) They don't want you to live, they don't want you to ball Them pussies smile in your face, yeah, then they pray for you to fall, hey Young nigga stay focused (yeah) But I really want to crash (damn) Think about where you at (okay) Then think about your past (alright) Yeah, I really came from shit (yeah) But I won't change for shit (nah) My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways (yeah) My wrist say I been getting paid (yeah) [Chorus] A hundred shots, a hundred shots Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops (skrrt) My role model used to get a hundred blocks (hey) Street niggas in a tuxedo, we the mob (yeah) [Verse 2] She looked at my watch too long, now she see stars (blow, blow) I got so high last night I did a show on Mars (woo) Your bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars (Xanax) My pinky ring extra large (yeah) Foreigns all in the garage Remember my first menage (yeah) Yeah, Tori and Brittany (yup) I'm shoppin' for diamonds at Tiffany's (Tiffany's) No, I don't got no sympathy (nah) She blew my whistle like a referee (wet) Broke black nigga, remember me?
No, it won't give you chiseled abs, but it will make you more likely to sit up straight and move more all day.