Lyrics:
Ha ha yeah it's yours truly Houston's own
Chamillionaire holding it down
For the player that don't believe in love at first sight
But the player that
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
to Joe, turn on the radio
Jam Master Jay will know, that is the way to go
While Jay's DJin', I will be sayin'
Rhymes that are playin', FM or AM
On hot
place
Stay humble stay focused and show that I got grace
You better not point the burner to my face
Better load up the burner and then turn it to myspace
mercy
You be working hard she giving me your pay
Women walk up to me it's nothing that girl say (Yeah)
Stick money on my shirt like it was my birthday
mercy
You be working hard she giving me your pay
Women walk up to me it's nothing that girl say (Yeah)
Stick money on my shirt like it was my birthday
to the radio
And the clinically disturbed
"Give it up," the man says
Surrender and be saved
He'll drive away your demons
His help is on the way
Turn it up
Oh
Okay, I like this. Then end it with namanina namanina no need you need to
Aight, let's give this thing a shot... da da da da dadadada
Turn the volume up
I'm known for flipping and smacking it up
Letting you know
If you let me get a hold her ain't gonna let go
Baby girl got me losing control
By
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, whoa-oh
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
Yeah
Major Pain boy
Man the streets just ain't the same
I stay on the low low
Cause y'all be messing up the game
Don't keep it real no more
That's why
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to let you go
Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower
Upset for sure cause they think they know
That they catching me with plenty of the drinking
you
Turn the radio up, play the radio loud
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Well now, baby, you left me
It was meant to be
don't fight
The love before was dying
Forget his lies
Feels good forgiving
Want you by my side
Take my hand darling
So turn on the radio (oh oh)
The only thing that ever brightened it up
Was the Ferris wheel and the carnival truck
And making bets against Lady Luck
Turn the radio on
Turn the radio up
the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin'
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
like it on my radio
On my radio
Mmm on my radio
Mmm turn up the radio
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
This melody
to be seen
Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And ride with a new chick, she like, "Hold up!"
Next
the clarity's pathetic
You could never embarrass me, forget it
I'm Sylar, you can't battle me with Bennet
It's a minor when every fan sees the edit's
I'm liver
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