Lyrics:
Family. Broadcasting over the airwaves from Nashville, Tennessee. Reach over and turn up your radio's and we'll bring our music to ya and pretty soon you'll
in philosophy but I’m bad at logic
All these issues in rap, but stackz here to solve it
And any line In the dirt, on Jesus Ima cross it
In high
fear in me
Heard I got that rack now she movin
With the urgency
Once I get that plaques and cheddar stacks bitches harassin me
Rollie be two tone I mix
It's funny I remember these hoes wouldn't touch me
Now there's gold horses in my garage like I raced in Kentucky
New bitch turn around she throw it
broken past
So tell me you fuck with me even if you fucking hate me
One day we gone mix like flour grease and water and shit gone Be gravy
Ask me
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
sorry
Yo we’ll make it outta here
Now it’s clear see the path I’m headed on if I steer
May my ethics be my pedals and my prayers be my wheels
On the real
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Here we go, here we go, swirving left and right Hit the left on imperial
Drunk as fuck, SPM on my stereo Mexican radio, radio, radio
If you never
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
Im on a roll now babe, I'm trying keep it going
Just like the dice I'm hit my point yea Babe know I'm on it
Heater on like uh sauna , touch babe
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
Where I'm at right now,
I ain't got no tolerance for somethin' stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin' any one of those,
How bout, Leave me
creeping in
So I release the beast within
I mean, at least you're reading this
Now I'm heating up like, 'Jesus, kid!'
He must be doing something right
know
We'll have to know by the same song on the radio
When life come and hit you fast how long can the good things last
Don't you ever need to be ticket
Lynchburg
With brown bootie, Joe Smith, hit from Pittsburgh
The right player, even if I choose odds
Let me shuffle jackpots, women pick the cards
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
this girl)
(I mean I could've been anywhere)
(Red Alert played one of the songs on the radio)
(It was so long ago)
(Yo Merce, what's up? This is
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