Lyrics:
The radio and TV they just can't get enough
This great big old world
I guess it still just ain't big enough
But y'all listen 'cause I'm holding on playa
by the laymen
I mean the lay people. Lay X, fuck it, check
All I know is we can't keep playing with evil
Owners of the media know the programming it
bad to Color Me Badd
From Big Wheels with my friends
To big wheels on the Benz
On the first day of school like fool raising hell
We never played by
get mad when this get radio time too
I did it by myself
Ladii Sway
Thats my name boo
OOUH
31 check my ID
I'm tryna see what age do I wanna be
21, 22
a suit on
Disrespect the clique, and oh, you know they ain't got far to go
That's when I grab em by the neck, hit 'em with that RKO
Outta nowhere, I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck
Whoa, what do you know?
This song won't make it on the radio
Cuz this shit's too hard
And the world's so soft
Raz, dva, mikrofón check raz, dva
Asi takto nejak sa pripravujem v práci mama
Každý víkend, keď na zadné sedadlo sadám
Z okna hoodu mávam a na cestu
and coat, do it big in the winter time
Prolly full of Air Force Ones up outta Finish Line
And I call myself normal, casual or formal
I still be blank like
know your name before you play-a the game
Keep a level-headed check on your health and stay sane
Address the tack on the track put the needle
Only those that seem to
Know can counteract the status
Quo, balance act, which way to go
My RFID, CID, used by the beast to track you
Yeah, charge in
smile's relieving as I ask for the check
Take her home cuz her curfew is 11
Just be safe we were there by 10:37
We walk up the path way it seems to take
over it brotha
(Thank you, thank you so much)
That’s what I’m talkin about, thanks for stopping by FTB Radio
(Aye man, thank you for having me, I
met Sting
And I remember being in a queue for a bus
That was a bar
A big red bus
And thinking what is the destination of this bus?
But then thinking no
time that I checked
And I come through fly (check) no co-sign
I ain't need radio to do mine, I done fine
And I take my time, and take my tribe
like a bandsaw
But what the heck, it's just a radio check."
And that there's how to ratchetjaw
[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're
took me lightly
I'ma have to put you all in check
And maybe then you'll show me a little respect
Ooh
Just a little bit (repeated)
(Tell ya, I
everywhere, and my mind is ruled by fear.
And now something for the ladies:
Hello miss middle class teen princess. Put down that book right now! Hey check
wids a catfish
Roka brunch in some Lanvins
Black top eating Black cod Check my adlibs
Brand new whip but I cabbed it
When you're looking at me know
fréquence qu'leurs vices
Tant d'vils projects pendant qu'les villes s'engorgent de malaises
Marionnettes à l'aise ils t'endorment
Aux manettes "big bro" sorti
of views
Hated by so many, faded by none
Bet you bitches remember me when it's said and done
Bitch I'm Chulo
Attitude is now or never
Cause tomorrow might
that's over 40 now?
Classic, that's what they call us now
I'm 'Smooth' like Big Daddy Kane, no bull
Check out 'My Melody' I'm 'Paid in Full'
Before
to be y'all
Your pockets is empty
Like summertime school halls
I'm worldwide trick
You're on the radio in one goddamn city
So check your crooked lip bitch
What the
What are you doin
Shut up
Set the muthafuckin dial
Yeah ite check this out it's YA boy BIGHAND-NO
SET your mother fucking DIAL
And don't
Uh yeah
First off congratulations
Y'all got another cypher
Cause by my calculations
The last cypher was my last cypher
But aberration happen and it’s
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