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radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr
radio
Cuz these hip hop pop punk rock kids got no soul
Either way we’re proud to welcome back the star of the show
So put your hands together for Mr
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Yeah, seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way

Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Oh)

Kidz Bop let's go?

Oh,
Every afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(Bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)

A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door
(Bop
Oh
Every afternoon
When the clock strikes four
(Bop-bee-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba, bee-ba)

A crazy bunch of kids
Crash through that door yeah
him, ask ya mom
(That's right)

She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time
(She will)
So kids say no to drugs
(That's right)

So you don't act
do I do when he cry for no reason
So any toy, he wants he get, yo kids it worth it, Mr. A'Doy
Said he destroy, annoy, don't meen a moms in middle
ask ya dad (ask him man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids
found into greed by a
Maniac with a gat
See nowadays niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Bop, bop, bop now I'm on Death Row
Fuck
the ticky ticky buzz the sun winks the sky
i fumble through my fuzz and buzz mr. i
tell him scoop the beats in the flying saucer kit
meet me
Anger, but yo that's Mr. Funkee Wallbanger
Concieved in the fire by you warned through disaters
The funky child was taught to the ways of the masters
Mr
man) 
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom (that's right) 
She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time (she will) 
So kids say no to drugs
name is Mr. Shady 

Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (Shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out
name is Mr. Shady 

Children quiet down please 
Brian don't throw that (Shut up!) 
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute 
While Mr. Kaniff is out
fond of players
Only wanted ballers
To spoil her
Six figures and camcorders
So what you trying to tell me dear
I got Bentley, Benz send in Mr
a live though, yo I'm a live though
I'm putting up the big swing for my kids yo
Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo
I'm a get her them pretty bay
an extra lime on my water glass
An hour later here she comes by walkin past
"I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph"
(Wowwww.. Mr. Nigga
of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd
Killa
This that harlem music right here
This that Diddy bop, get ready for the winner music
That's what it is
Killa, Dip set

Uh, uh
You know
sees three little kids, up in the front row
Screamin, "Go", with their seventeen year old uncle
I'm like, "Guidance, ain't they got the same moms
little kids, up in the front row,
Screamin' "Go" with their 17-year-old Uncle
I'm like, "Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I
(Mixx scratches "Yakety Yak")

Brother Marquis:
When you're told to do something by your mom and dad
Don't frown in their face or get mad
Because
hit the ceiling
I never knew I

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk when I
blow for my niggas
Runnin' round, get down like motherfuckin' gorillas
Shorty bop the wolop, in the spot with the dollop
Pot full of acid, I got
Uh, this that Harlem music right here, this that Diddy Bop
Get ready for the winter music right here, this what it is [Incomprehensible]

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