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Censorship that ain't the way to be
I thought you said this country was free?

Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me

Tone it down, is
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a little shiner bock
Then ease on out your way
To your place around 8 o’clock

Well I’m just ready to ride this Chevy,
Ride
know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John Doe, now I'm Mr.
You just know me not so not play the role
Some are lovey-Dovey, ah you crazies know
Some shake your hand but (this is called the show)
I was John
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
like the love we had? 

Does a day go by like a memory? 
Do you ever try to remember me 
In an automobile or a crowded bar? 
Well, I hope you're
like the love we had? 

Does a day go by like a memory? 
Do you ever try to remember me 
In an automobile or a crowded bar? 
Well, I hope you're
the love we had?
 
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
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
of what they got
Youknowmsayin?
Just cause of what they drive
But they don't understand, man
This is poetry
This is a artform
This is what we do
And..
If
badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You
the love we had?
 
Does a day go by like a memory?
Do you ever try to remember me
In an automobile or a crowded bar?
Well, I hope you're alright where
Swing by the quick stop
Grab a little Shiner Bock
Then ease on out your way
To your place around 8 o'clock

Well I'm just ready to ride this Chevy,
Ride
With no devotion, collects an ocean of funds
In the worst way, idiots they stay this way
Me hella 'noid like a homophobic stuck in the middle of a gay
Wham! Ccchhh! Pssshh! Raining on me!
I go Whoa, Homer goes
Homer: D'oh!
Now you can't go to the boatshow.

Bart: This is my thanks after working my
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.

I
stopped laughing and I said why is that 
He said just get out my school and don't you ever come back 
I said wait this is my school and you're telling me
stopped laughing and I said why is that 
He said just get out my school and don't you ever come back 
I said wait this is my school and you're telling me
everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is it ok to cry when you're dying inside?
Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my
Ayo, this next song, is a true story (Come here, bitch!)

Cause some things in this universe
Don't make sense but somehow, always seem to fuckin'
sane
I sing away my pain and everything turns out okay
And I'm not talking fame and glory, 'cause that's a different story
This story is about how truth
talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’

No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me
That never
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend is now a ghost in the dark
Cold hearted bout it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Trying to floss on him blind
to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit