Lyrics:
on your radio
I stay by stroll though
Yeah you already know though
Here's to the here's to to the keys to the car
Here's to the place that we see that we
it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta
We're afraid to bring up the topic
The government says we've solved it
When the only ones speaking up are those hated, where's the logic?
Battles
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, turn up the radio
Put your pretty pink toes
Turn my mic up son
Turn my mic up son
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Yo yo, E, how's the kite
Rippin' the mic, hardcore, keepin' it tight
Sho nuff,
it up and nuh run weh
Police nuh come deh
Worse when dem unda dem chalice
Nuff radio car dem mek drive weh
Helicopter fly weh
Poor likkle Sergeant
hardcore
Turn it up hot
Flames start throw
Fever start catch
Tropical Dan
Uno soon start know
People stop ask
Dem busy a kickbox
Mi busy a kickback
Inna
I'm out on the highway, just about a mile away
Meet me out in the driveway
I'm gonna be there soon
I'll swing by and pick you up
Don't bother
one say na one by one
Turn by turn life na turn by turn
If you no make am today
Wait for tomorrow
Ohhh God i want to shoot down city to city
To make my
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
I don't wanna turn the radio
I don't wanna break this image
and now I'm
Falling, falling, now I'm falling
It really doesn't take much to be honest
Legacy
Turn the beat up just a little bit.
Sex, money, and drugs recipe for rap anthems
How we brand them
Wonder why we can't win
Add the guns,
turn the radio on
Turn it up it's your favorite song
Turn the radio on
Don't loose it too
I need to rely on you
How do you go on through 9 to 5
Can't
gone so long
I might say fuck it for the camera (I'm hot)
I'm by my lonesome
So you know I'm prone to act up (Pop)
I feel like Tecca
I might take yo ass
shit need a edit (On bro)
I'm a celebrity duckin' the camera (On bro)
Turn him to dust, we gon' push up his dandruff (Like what)
Big Ebk, anybody could
goes down
We find a little spot on the edge of town
Twist off, sip a little, pass it around
Dance in the dust turn the radio up
cnd that fireball whiskey
Pictures, I would edit all the flaws away
It's a breeding ground for self loathe
c snatching ground to unclothe
Helpless little girls just want acceptance
your mind, then corrode it
All the while devoid of devotion
Why I'm paranoid of my emotions?
Drive by, pick me up, I don't want another cup
Sick
by the moonlight
Out here the world don't spin
Everything stops where the pavement ends
You can get you a buzz, blame it on the radio
Find
I always stick to my point like a John Pase
(So cut and edit) I wouldn't have done it
If I didn't know I could get way wit' it
By the time that I
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
we're moving way too slow
I want to get nice and loaded
And take it off, let's turn it up
I'll be your clean sheet
I'll be your James Dean
We may never
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