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Albums:

Hooked on Swing: Best of Hooked on Swing (Larry Elgart & His Manhattan Swing Orchestra) · So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · When You Were Young [Digital Radio Edit] (The Killers) · My Feelings for You [Radio Edit] (Sebastien Drums) · Kiss You [Radio Edit] (iiO) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) – and 90 other albums »


the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
as stone hooked to pumps and tubes
Then out her window the street lights flashed and at last a finger moved
She awoke to a cacophony of electric and radio
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,
guys

Voice 2: By the way, I'm sweet. I'm like a chocolatly sweet. Can i get you guys anything?

Voice 1: You can get me a lemon because I'm sour.
on the floor
There is two old timers talking politics
About the Bay Of Pigs and Alfa '66
Willie Chirino on the radio
Cheguevara is no hero
It's just another
a good job 'n' be real rich
Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' all across the nation
I tell you
The mic was passed and that's when I found out

(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
a good job and be real rich!
(Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good..)

Womans liberation
Came creeping all across the nation.
I tell you
job 'n' be real rich

(Get a good
Get a good
Get a good
Get a good job)

Women's Liberation
Came creepin' across the nation
I tell you people I
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi

I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello?  Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis?  "Taisha"  Yo call back,
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
crunk
And energy bring it back but you can put this in your trunk
The radio ain't play enough you know that's what they want
And give it up, on the game,
baby)
Slay a few animals
At the crossroads (too late)
All in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're
When I was back there in seminary school, 
There was a person there 
Who put forth the proposition, 
That you can petition the Lord with prayer
on a man, waiting on a man

It seems so long since yesterday
The time goes by so slow
When you're waiting on a man, waiting on a man to show

She
believe they bringing daddy money
How you think I copped the caddy dummy
Tryna get this Puff Daddy money
The name silk but all my bitches call me Montel
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that
fuckin Birdman
What about Silk the Shocker?
My name is Silk and ill shock you
Ive jus been shocked by Silk the Shocker
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
Who is it? The black nigga from the Compton
Fuckin wit dat nigga banks in the old town
Bitches be on my nutts 'cause I keeps the pen hot
You shoot
Looking at the radio caught up in a dream
'Bout the days gone by when no one had a TV
Hopin' that the weather man would say good things
Like no
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
"Cool out man, we in the Radio dukes"
We're in the Radio dukes
"yeah"
Ooh, alright, check