Lyrics:
like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio want to get rich ho
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I`ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I`m trippin on
And O.E. bitch
dey feel pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes
Because Odogwu no be nickname
They say, "Who be this pesin? ", I told them I'm Big 7
Put am for
"What the fuck?"
By 9 PM I need a possible bitch at the crib (fuck)
Hop up in the sleigh with a big bag of gifts (fuck)
I don't put my time into
workin
Boy say he lookin for me
I don't see the bitch
I ride 1D, never sleep, gettin rich
Fat, short, tall, giant, you can get it
Nigga talk big, fuck
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
Real rich nigga I got vibes in the yacht
(Rich)
Vibes in the spot, big baguette diamond rocks
(Bah)
Baguettes in the watch, glass in the pot
(Glass)
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
[Announcer]
Many, many moons ago
Jurassic 5
Began their quest
To put real hip hop on the radio
[Akil]
Now here's a little story that must be
ride
Turn up the radio and ride
Ride just ride
With top rolled down and the radio up and that little girl by my side
You know I don't even feel none
of the people I feel like Chamath
Bih said eat the rich start licking my phallus
Run calculated risk while they by standing
Ima scale in my dips got a great
anniversary
One hundred years of history
It started in the 1920s
Rollin' by the 1930s
1940s big bands thrivin'
50s/60s rock and soul drivin'
Freeform radio
Outsider service announcement
This is the United States of America
Drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs drugs run America
Big drugs yuh wa rich inna
the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck
My dearest radio, if you could take a little time
I hope you'll hear what I have to say
When you go misinform, spreading panic to the mass
It's our
My dearest radio, if you could take a little time
I hope you’ll hear what I have to say
When you go misinform, spreading panic to the mass
It’s our
Don't ask me what I'm doing
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Pretty and rich that's on the agenda
Kicking my feet up
Rolling some big blunts
Little do you know, how I'm breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I'm trying
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
the harmonica
The navigator always gets killed by
A bad space person
Uh oh - the radio is broken
It don't work anymore the radio is broken
It don't work anymore
shooting stars
Make a wish I make a wish
Am rich am rich am rich
You never catch a nigga broke if he standing by me
See a million dollar ride you know that's
the word is (Huh?)
Fake love got a big man like me flyin' 'round
With a tool in the car like I
Don't know what a bird is
International, bigger than
That Rich Gang lifestyle (lifestyle)
Marble floors, gold toilets and chandeliers (you underdig?)
Big money, nigga
Take the jet
L.A., hit the bity
the rose garden, silently run by the mortician, silently run by the radio station, silently run by the dancing dragon nightclub, silently run by the sleeping
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