Lyrics:
a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
interference from the small AM radio station down the street, night in Anacortes in the mid 90's, oil tankers rumbling.
I stayed late recording every night
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
and
If you 'buse it you ain't gonna be able to choose it
'Cause you ain't gonna have it further on down the line
Things ain't gonna be so fine
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three emcees
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside,
yaana 3nsoGya
Na Emom ay3 korr tes3 mogya
Here and there for the money Eh
Up and down for the money Eh
Seriously I have to get plenty money Eh
Man never honour Eh
nervous, but I just, uh, I --
Dr. stewart: all right, and you were referred to me by anyone...?
Gary phelps: to be honest with you, I saw your name in
slow it"
They said look like I'm
Shootin' in slow motion
Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em
All this shit here could've been avoided
You know that
Cause I'm only going up from Here
Hold it down for a single Moment
If you even notice
All the fuckin explosions
Coming from the shit fire Talking and all
catch me at the VMAs acting funny
Never on the radio on some la-di-da shit
That's the day you know I forfeit
I'ma always be the man I am and never
the heights
Money is tight
But even so
Even so
When the lights go down I blast my radio!
You ain't got no skills!
Benny!
Yo, lemme get a
Milky
down, drivin' 'round in an old Cadillac
Here come the Gator Boys, you
Radio and the police know we're
Comin' to your town
It goes a one, a two, three
Boys trying to get the digits
But we sneak by
Cus were heading to the club
Nothing gonna stop us now
Lets go
Are you ready? x3
Lets go
Are you ready?x3
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
a beat that's unique and, yes, I like my head zooming
And in my Continental, you know that shit's booming
With the diamond in the back, suicide doors
of shit money taught us
Gotta credit my highs, can't edit my highs
Flew up here like whatever, bet you remember why
Tryna sing to the tune, still don't
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
and Satan's fallin' out
Encourage the liquor for those who ain't here that you pourin' out
On 3-way, your parents, preacher and spouse called my house
Revive
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
Put down your guard, He said
On the boulevard, going far, pull apart all of the lies they said
With Me, you gon be safe
With Me, it's gon be erased
We were raised, we were raised
We were raised by the radio
We down low in the kitchen while mama did the dishes
It was on, she'd be singin'
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