Lyrics:
One of the hosts for the show
Had come up and told us that
We'd have to stop the show for a bit
Until the storm or the clouds passed over our
the time
He dated a girl that he met at his job
He broke it off cause he didn’t think it was love
I’m scared about the Antarctic ice caps
But I stopped
your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo?,
I was thumbing a ride one Saturday morning
Out of Nashville toting my sack
I lent my car to a
Girl that lived in Chattanooga
And she hadn't brought
She's the kind of girl that you see in the movies
Seen her in my dreams and now she's standing next to me
Down by the shore, first weekend
fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But
worth taking
'cause true love, they say, is so hard to find...
Why can't she see what she's doing to me
If that bandstand girl only was here
And I'm
that first kiss,
But everyday I still wonder how I got lucky like this.
Our love Will endure,
You're My girl that's for sure.
cnd everyday I still
bling you don't need diamond rings for show
Heads turning hearts burning when you're walking by
If I sing a song that you don't really know
Would you
'bout
Baby, can't you tell by this kiss
I don't wanna be your friend
You got the tank top, and I got the jeep
We got an open road and a radio
With
Jackson, radio
Summer's here
Crack a beer, cut loose
Flip Flops, girl
It's just how we do it
Round here
Tell the boys
That I'll catch'm
In the sunshine
away and
I ain't over you yet, girl
I've just been fakin'
They say fake it
Till you make it
But I hate this
cin't the same without you by my
a summertime ride
Ain’t nothing like the summertime
I can’t help but stare at her even when the other girls are passing by
She’s got my full attention and I
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America,
in a concrete world
Getting by on just a little
Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be
In the old oak shade by the family graves
here doing my thing, they think I'm playing game's
I ain't got Time for playing game's
I ain't got time for that
104.5 on the radio is it
Dede In
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
Gator Boys just shootin' pool in
An ol' honky tonk
When that girl came through the door
You could've heard a pen drop
She walked right up and said
that leads to Cheyenne
The radio put a song by a Mexican band
Well I guess we were lost in thoughts of brown skin girls,took a couple
Wrong turns in
said it on the air
[Chorus]
If you think that love isn't found on on the radio
Then tune right in you may find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
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