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So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Margarita [Radio Edit] (Sleepy Brown) · Radio Edit (Apulanta) · I Don't Feel Like Dancin' [Radio Edit Single] (Scissor Sisters) · Ayo Technology [Digital] [Radio Edit] (Justin Timberlake) – and 90 other albums »


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.
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back

And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back.
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by a group of men.
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in.
For
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,
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
ain't what Mase do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face Boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk shit, we never mind that
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking how could I never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
brain is hangin'
From back of his wig

Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help you no)
Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich 
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll show you
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll show you how it
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich 
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll show you
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how it
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
know that you ain't coming back

One solitary tear is all I'll cry
One solitary tear falling, falling,
Falling from my eyes
I'll get over you I'll get by
on the radio singing those country blues

Well I had a good job down in New Orleans
Once I was a citizen, now I'm a refugee
I can't go back, can't move ahead
(Waist band)
Couple dollars in the waist band, (That's right)
Nigga hula-hoop with the mula
Everyday that I wake I say grace
Hallelujah welcome back like
Hallelujah welcome back like Mase
Bitches only fuck niggas with the cream
A nigga this fresh ain't never gon' date
Ay, they say we can't maintain
Only real
grandmother come outta her purse
It'll make Limp Bizkit, get rid of Fred Durst
It'll make Holyfield start fighting
It'll make Mase say fuck church and go back
twin)
I step out and see my evil twin, he gives me an evil grin

Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time

So
the glock and make room

Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you