Lyrics:
You guilty by association, you payin for operations
Your kids be orphans, coughin up organs
You sprayin up your Benz, you layin in coffins
It's
'm more like Beta Kappa
I'm great like your great great grandma
And they wanna protect with
This Great Lake grammar
It's Rivers, that's why I gotta be
Ooh...
I don't wanna pop-u-ride
I do want your glama
All I want is hit the floor
By the weepy balets
That's the point to gimmie five
What U wanna
just wanna be on your radio, your radio, your radio radio
DopeIjawBoy
DopeIjawBoy
DopeIjawBoy
DopeIjawBoy
You can catch me live on your radio
Tune in
Anywhere you want
I’ll meet you I’ll meet you
Down at the usual haunt
I’m waiting I’m waiting
To go and be a sucker by association
I don’t wanna
how it go
They told me You got to and slow r role
Don't wanna get on that boat
They said that all that dope you sold
It's gonna be all she wrote
I said
'll probably go to jail
Shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Flag in my city
Everybody's screaming "Compton!"
Probably run for Mayor when I'm done
To be
association
The more the merrier, come on in
You got a pretty heart, you'll fit right in
There ain't no need to be hating
We're all hot by association
And I sing them back at you while you try to nap
While the world riots on, we're so happy to be listening to our radio
Our savior, oh
While the world
my sense a time or two
Weeks feel like days
Medicate in the afternoon
And I just want to know
Have you lost your footing, too?
I just pray that
wanna be like them
Sell your soul for some dough
I don't wanna be like them
I don't wanna be like them
I don't wanna be like them
I used to really wanna
to be a menace
Now I got you in my ride and were cruising down on Venice
Guilty by association then I guess I'll serve my sentence
And if looks could kill
I'll be back in hell
Not murder baby
It's not murder baby
Footsteps behind you
c shadow surrounds you
Turn up the radio
Radio, radio, radio
So, they
I'll be back in hell
Not murder baby
It's not murder baby
Footsteps behind you
c shadow surrounds you
Turn up the radio
Radio, radio, radio
So, they
I'll be back in hell
Not murder baby
It's not murder baby
Footsteps behind you
c shadow surrounds you
Turn up the radio
Radio, radio, radio
So, they
Petty as can be
Member walking down the street
A Shorty complimented me
But you looked like a disease
All your insecurities
Now I'm giving back the key
would swear it's your birthday
Saturday you don't wanna be around now
No frowns can be found on Thursday
Yes sir
If you're lookin' at the forecast and ya
to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I
whatchu want
You done need somebody, up in your life
That can hold you all through the mothafuckin' night
After the set
After the show
I'll be the one
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio
Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio
It's the eh, it's the ethnic
It's the hip hop dance, let's sing
just had some shit on my mind
Yeah
Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just
written and composed by Tim McEwan/Lars Halvor Jensen
I guess I oughta say
Your clothes have hit the street
Your car's been towed away
And oops, I
Paradox and irony?
I wanna be celebrity
Wanna be on your cover
Do you like my denuclearized improvisation
And free association?
I wanna disappear
It was
blocka
I kno u heard me thru ur
Radio I know yuo heard
Me thru your stereo 100 chains
On wit my fitted low
Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go
And i put
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