Lyrics:
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
in questo posto)
Exit without trace
(Esce senza traccia)
After we edit your face
(Curiamo la sua faccia)
You know I come in peace
(Lo sai
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
Oi P, man, come on
You've been waiting for this
Moment your whole career
I retaliate and you don't even
Retaliate in the same week
I heard some shit
hard to find
But I'm easy to lose
Ain't surprised by half the things that
I see in the news
Fake outrage that ain't something
I'm really into
Sticking
DRIVEN - (Radio Edit version “Driven” available at mclassdias.com)
INTRO DRIVEN
La la la la la I’m driven.
La la la la la I’m driven
La la la
my first studio at like
12 or 13 somewhere in that season
Of my life, singing along with the radio
Became me wanting to be on radio
You know
and mysteries
Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously
Battle in the wilderness of North America
Ran by the river, only stoppin' to pray
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la, Shangri-la la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've reached
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-la
Shangri-la
Shangri-la la la la la la la la la
Put on your slippers and sit by the fire
You've
to the music!)
Down low with a hole in your soul?
You better turn the radio up (live to the music!)
This song will bring calm in the middle of storms,
You better
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
mine
Display your indie but say no
More or I'll blind you like spit did to Remo
To the dirt and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
grandpa
He was in
The Hungarian underground
Throughout the war
And he was really smart
And throughout his life
He'd get angry at
Stupid shit
But he had
. biff . . . dush-h-h!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Is your wife snoring by the sink?
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, youp youp youp youp
Check...
Growing up... growing up as a La
Growing up as a Latino in America foul
Beef the whites and the blacks, everyday was wild
And since I'm
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
disowned you
Your man caught a body you
Were in the crib cryin'
He outside putting his life and catchin
Poppin' for you what, What oh that ain't
True? That
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