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bother to plead

High, over the limit, got to take it slow
Concentrate, kill the radio
It's not the first time, it'll be the last
I've said that
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red

I've got a bootleg version of Citizen
on the radio

We are the radio whoa
We are the radio

Fuck that! I guess looks can deceive
And we're blinded by the serpent
So I'm pulling my sleeves (up)
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Things are okay
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant

Things are
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are
[Busta Rhymes]
There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement
And anybody thinking different just get locked in the basement
You know
to face

A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant.

Things are
Oh, the little lady preacher from the limestone church
I'll never forget her, I guess
She preached each Sunday morning on the local radio
With
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
surrounded by body guards 
Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard 
Thinking you're the white hot man of the hour 
But you just can't
I've tried to make the best of it
But there's somethings a man's just got to do
The big ten wheels keep on rollin' along
And I'll be there before
and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup
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 
Flip
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 
Flip
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
Good evening. 
Police  do not try to adjust your radios. 
There is nothing wrong. 
We have takin' control over this city 
As to bring you this
and your girl, with this record on your radio or stereo, I don't know
I love you so is what you'll be sayin, while this record's playin
You reminiscing
way out in the pasture
Turn off your headlight, park by the tractor
Sneak in the backdoor, so we don't get caught
I'll be there waitin' in
I'm single, I like to mingle"
And one more time bust the fresh jingle

In the field of music I'll always pass by
Girls that claim to act so fly
there anymore
You can sing to me that song
About time moving on
I wanna love like I loved you when I could

I came from white trash, whiplash, road
(Angel Speaks)
Chino my love, although many will come before you,
trying to be just like you, there will never be another you.
You've traveled so far
and you're Alice
Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace
It be all good as long as you don't act childish
While you standin there with the Crist' in your cup
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
muh'fucker

We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms