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Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's

Who in?  Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud?
usually greener 
Life is usually meaner 
I'm like Ike I die for 
I'd rather be released 
Than controlled by the beast 
It's not my fault 
You're not
Man: Well hold on real quick, talk to Pete
Nelly: Holla at Pete, what this nigga talkin 'bout

[King Jacob]
Bouncin in my Monte Carlo on my these
letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
But why the radio so loud? Too much
place to go-And I heard it first on the radio. From a life of wasted years, He gave me peace and calmed my fears, And I heard it first on the radio. Had I
place to go-And I heard it first on the radio. From a life of wasted years, He gave me peace and calmed my fears, And I heard it first on the radio. Had I
home by my dashboard light
The radio saved my life tonight

It was just this side of morning
Just this side of dawn
I walked so soft into my bedroom
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
from my comfortable home
This place is very cold
Yulia, Yulia, Yulia

There's nothing out here, nothing out here, nothing out
Nothing out here,
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,
shooting blanks
Or placing props in your place

Defiled by the time that I write this a checklist
A way to shape the taste of things to come
To listen,
rolled down
We listen to the radio station
We were too damn cool
To buy the eight track tape
There wasn't any good time
To want to be inside
My mama want
the night is done
There's nothings left open and no place for fun
So we turn on the radio
Light a fuse cause I'm about to blow
The streets are empty
My
(Clip of old radio broadcast: 
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles! 
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
don't care what you process-e you vocals is tight
Yeah it's me yeah Ms. T in the place to be
Hearin my name bang now you want to connect with me
I
[Nelly]
Uh, Yeah
Ohh-Ohh
What we have herre?
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh
Uh, Yeah
Ooohh

[Hook 1: Nelly]
This goes out to my Midwest crew
Now hold ya
I pulled in her driveway
Turned the radio down low
And I sat staring at what she was wearing
Waitin' by the front door
She came walking down
Na na na na na hey, 
We own the radio, 
So don't turn the radio down!

We wrote some songs, made a record, 
But we had no place to go,
So we got
over the world
Rock and roll girls
Rock and roll girls

If I had my way
I'd shuffle off to Buffalo
Sit by the lake
And watch the world go by
Black and blue I chose my way
I, the candid castaway
In a way delayed by one more broken season
To find reason for appeasing you and

So I found
Hello, Mr. Radio, you friendly station,
So glad of your company, your morning music,
My wife she ran away, she left our home,
And though you're
Hello, Mr. Radio, you friendly station,
So glad of your company, your morning music,
My wife she ran away, she left our home,
And though you're
my mothers leather lash
Belt buckle said Nelly Nel similar to Melle Mel
Hits the third rail Beat Street made Gazzels sells

As the tale gets poetic
on the radio)

Now there's a church house
About a stone's throw down
From this place where I been staying
It's Sunday morning
And I'm sittin' in my truck
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
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