Lyrics:
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
Where ya uncle doing ten ain't no daddy in the house
Where the f*** you think we're from b*** we're really from the slums
Yeah b**** I'm from the slums, I
his daddy's trunk with ice and beer
Yeah he was always stealin' the old man's car
Radio never came in too clear
So I'd hang out one on my piece
baby is you down to ride
Yeah I'm 'askin baby is you by my side
Yeah, ain't been the same since my daddy died
Yeah, so many times that them niggas lied
baby is you down to ride
Yeah I'm 'askin baby is you by my side
Yeah, ain't been the same since my daddy died
Yeah, so many times that them niggas lied
new one day
And God did it
Yeah we came our the trenches baby
Looking kind of spiffy baby
Uncle Fred was all about that bread and he was jiffy baby
RIP
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party,
dancing to the music
played by the D.J.
on the radio
Cokes are in the icebox,
popcorn's on the table
Me
that I should change my clothes
I exaggerate the life we used to know, oh, yeah
Workin' on music?
Yeah
I-I'll just go to bed, I'm tired
I wanna
a gold chalice
I was in Holly Grove growin' up by Rose Tavern
I take a nigga queen, let my hoes have her
'Cause I'm a crown snatcher (yeah, yeah), I
"Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family" (uh)
We a half breed family, yeah, yeah
yard (Sideways)
And motherfuck the camera time, I need family time (Yeah)
I need "go see Uncle John in Atlanta" time (John)
I'll probably never get
your name
But I knew just who they meant
I was so surprised and shocked
And I wondered too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told
we stuck
And we got no food, what the RADIO EDIT
Starvin'
Goin' crazy
MC Cribaldo lookin' tasty
And I got a knife...
Uh oh shouldn't mess with me
I
skin
But you jumping chicks like John Cena
Old bestie was a Scorpio
Now you see why I'm solo
Hope my enemies hear me on The radio
Superstar yeah I glow
trouble that I am trying to start.
Well, that would be smart and mighty black of me to start up
Something and make people see that the Uncle Sam Sham was
It's your boy Lil B (yeah)
Based overlord (Speak)
L-IL B-O-S-S (Speak that shit)
You know what it is (yeah)
This is for the people i live for y'all
I
edit it (Edit it)
So I put a message on the record and I hope the radio will play this shit
Hmph fuck (Hmph)
All you had to do was listen in
Actual words
to the uncle bone
Rich innovation
Drip to the nation
Beat on probation coz this nigga couldn't break it
I don't wanna say a nigga getting into basics
Sexed your
Baby I know you want me
Baby you dream about me
I know you think about me (Yeah)
Lay in my B-E-D dead
Baby might be in bed
Baby might be in my bed
right by
Yuh Yuh
Olay gotta get up and fly
Okay yeah I been in my mind all day yeah
Trying to figure out what to say yeah uh
I feel like yeah yeah, I feel
being there
Without my uncle John around
But my memories are all in place
cnd I'm fine, fine, fine
Thinking of the times we had
cnd in my mind, I see his
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
What you say baby?
You want to get down?
You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
You gon’ hear my voice in the radio,
Call me on my phone when i'm millio,
I won’t care for you when you’re feeling low,
If i’m the blue, you gon’
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