me have it or throw The Constitution away What they're trying to do with radio With this, uh, McCarron-Walter? Act and a lot of other ways Is start
All the police have gone out to play Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way Just look at the cars as they go by Benz,Ferraris,trucks
beats and I'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go
my own I terror yo squad, but I ain't from the Bronx One in the bag, still play with that horn Just know I don't play no radio homes No radio play every
you feel that way Go ahead and kiss your baby And now we've got the whole stadium in love like Eh 8x And if you feel that way Go ahead and kiss your
waitin' for? Make the music that the people can't ignore See how we do this thing dog? Here we go again Dre and Bombshell, don't you love how we blend? Radio
, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?) Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit
walked on the moon, we were so glad Yeah, the twentieth century wasn't all that bad Yeah, the twentieth century was quite a ride We had to learn to see the other
There's nowhere else to go, I hope that you'll stay the night wooooah, you'll stay the night, wooooah yeah Just like the song on my radio said, We'
Hey, where did we go, days when the rains came Down in the hollow, playin' a new game Laughing and a running hey, hey Skipping and a jumping in the misty
it'll never go down A to the N to the DER to the SON When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a
get 'em, I get up in 'em They betta be able to handle the heat 'Cause we gon' take it to a million degrees! Somebody betta go and call the fire department
some more, they cant let go. -Wish Bone- Still get it on the low, (on the low), if its right there, I cant let that go (that go, I hope) ima hustla survivor
Throwin' up blood 'til the world expires Nigga's lost and it turned out Ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul '
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio
mind, aren't you ready to go? All of my dears inside, side, let 'em blow like 'dro Through the wisdom of a prism I see I don't wanna go to prison I make
rival But it's cool because I got the title ho See I just want my fantasies in real life You got everything tell me what it feel like Muthafuck the radio