Lyrics:
up on theses nigga's
She gon pop that pussy yeah like uncle Luke
I told ya ima big dog uncle Snoop
Feel like yung slatt work ya move
My pour a four no
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
flows by myself
Pour more go go gadget
I'm in Slow Mo
4 More bars
I got double though
And a couple hoes
Running in yo door
Running to the dough
Running up
yeah
Ain't got no time to be doing kid stuff, yeah yeah
By then I would be stacking up the checks
All my Niggas up next
Fuck the hate fuck the feds
All
Their polka dot bikinis
If you wanna swing and surf too
I'll tell you what you can do
Grab a chick by the hand
And do the beach stomp, yeah
Yeah
it on the
AM radio AM radio
Yeah you could hear the music on the
AM radio AM radio
I can still hear Mama say
"Boy turn that radio down!"
one more time, I don't stand in line
Got my drive in overdrive
I work overtime and he take half of mine
Yeah, my uncle like the middle man that's
Yeah, yeah
Born and raised 1-3-1-7
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie
Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like
'm in my zone)
I'd rather get money (I spend all my time)
I don't expect you to get it, you can't expect me to change yeah
I just spent 20 on credit
Woho, you pushed me to the limit, yeah, yeah
My temple is built upon love
Brick by brick, yeah I've made it on my own
I'm a dreamer and I believe in
clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm doing me
Yeah
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm doing me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck cuz I'm doing me
Yeah
I
(Yeah, Big Snoop Dogg, X to the Z)
Yeah
(Uncle L, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah
Pour your Dom on the floor, try to flow with me
on your radio started at the bottom
See how far we're gonna go
But we haven't arrived yet, yeah
No we'll never arrive, yeah, yeah
I know you think that I
battleground, you know what I mean? Make some noise
Ayy, ayy, ayy, y'all, come on
Y'all can go louder than that, now
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin', yo
I got
What's my name? Uncle James
Family, rest in peace
I grew up in a house with my mother, I didn't have my father
'Cause he felt it was his time to move
you could hear it on the
AM Radio AM Radio
Yeah you could hear the music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
I can still hear Mama say
Boy turn that radio down!
These boys ain't fresh like me, boy
You niggas need a stylist
Gucci, VLONE, I put that shit on, yeah
Chrome Hearts, Bottega, I put it on, yeah
going round
It won't stop but I can watch by
Glancing out my window
Just roam, yeah walk through another door
Nothing I ain't seen before
So I listen
toothpaste, and a green
Cup oh yeah, and a cell, cell 29
As soon as I heard the
Cell door lock behind me
I just sat on the back wall and the
Tears began to flow
brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered, too
If by chance you heard
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
to the Mets games with them subway series only
Uncle Docbean the nicest guy I know, great person to bounce ideas off of and just talk about life with
Uncle
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