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War at 33 1/3
Haven't you heard
I got quick and clever
At the level of a scientist
With this list my fist pumps chumps
And don't miss
Sorry
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
time, come in rainbow 

Look at the green lights and y'all see my brain glow 

Five colours: yellow, black and red and green...purple 

Repeat
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,
red lighter
A falling and feeling like a star
Right out midnight skyer
Let the time fly by
It's finding a hand
Taking a chance
Starting the fire
This is
are
I'm rolling down my window
I'm turn the radio on
Find a little spot to let go
Get a little good time gone

'Cause this is an all-nighter
a y'all
By the time I started rhymin' in the late eighties
The drugs in Cali was crazy

[Chali 2na]
Nine-teen eighty
Nine's the number this is
are marching
But this time they will not brave the storm
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
This is a somber season but my heart is filled with confidence
[Originally by Dinah Washington]

If you wanna have fun come home with me
You can stay all night and play with my TV
TV is the thing this year, this
to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my +J.O.+ with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
money better check my French
Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka
Im makin moves check
while rivals stay on the boil.
The time is right, the 'real' cowards, we all suffer at this toil.

So patriots who wear your flag, can enlist and die
spirits tread)
Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head)

Is just static on the radio
(Everything I think I know is just static
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
than digital
Rap is outta control, this why this time is pivotal
For us to make a change from the youngest to the oldest
Humblin these cats who swear up
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
the front row
And the three times that I heard just this week that my words
Were sang by three year old
Hairbrush for a microphone
Little girl with
Burial ground of ancient man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder where he's been

Wonder where he's been, wonder
This record goes out to all you fake ass, 
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour. 
Put on a suit and tie
So call up the line 
Get down wit', down wit' us 

[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man 
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan 
Hey DJ (you're
So call up the line 
Get down wit', down wit' us 

[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man 
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan 
Hey DJ (you're
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
suck my *dick* that is the radio edit
I'm quick to smack the shit out of a foe
I ain't had pussy in a while, I'm too busy fuckin assholes

Battle me,