Lyrics:
the questions
The radio told me this is cool, not a weapon
Boom no hate, but every spitter who's next
I'm the grim reaper reaping the
Benefit's of your death
rodeo
With my songs playing on the radio
So when you down, come, make a cameo
Sweat it all out I'm lay it on you
Tell me what you wanna know
Tell me what
If I mix it right I feed the family and even my aunty
If I mix it right you get the two for one a double whammy
I done hit the boy and girl so much
see
Last night, a DJ died
He took his life on the radio (radio)
His hopes and dreams denied
They never let him spin what he wanted to
I say if you're
the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
Your nipples are hard
Your bootie's soft
But cutie I need to drop you off
Grabed my keys then
, woah
I know we fighting lil baby, and you thinking 'bout if you maybe go
I been thinking 'bout changing, waiting, hearing me on your radio
No matter what
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call you
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it
The Color Purple
I'm deep
Ten-piece with the honey mustard
Mix it up with the barbecue, like what it do
My kind of summer
Would've gave up two years ago if I
here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
I've been sitting here too long by
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
gotta roll
Hit the gas Rackabeat
Move fast like a track athlete
cnd if anybody ever asks what happened today
Give the credit to a radio plugger
Kay Slay, Cipha Sounds, Amanda Diva, (Sirius Radio)
Dj Chop, (Enough), DJ Hyphen, Greg Street, you know I'm talkin' 'bout?!
All the radio stations
I don't loose to much
Matter fact, I ain't never lost at all
When I'm playin Hardball (that's right)
So, if you on the mound about to pitch to me
the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I'm not for that, if you talkin' smack
I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass
The villain's back, you
Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I
mix Hen with the 'tron, like so what I'm drunk
It's the freakin' weekend, I'ma have me some fun
Rollin' a blunt, OG my weed
And I'm tearin' that shit
with the fulcrum, but (what)
Not quite enough
Cause if the non-factor met bad
Posture my little zone combust
The driver hates his job
I can tell by
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
in my pocket
Call me the dirty rapper', I'll say, "Sure"
But I'm a young black entrepreneur
I'm an MC, right I own a company too
Programmed
on the way
These are my confessions
Man I'm throwed and I don't know what to do
I guess I gotta give you part two of my confessions
If I'm gonna tell it,
getting bread, looks like he’s losing
These boys are toast, there’s no improving
That’s a mix that I like
I’m in charge of my life
If I wanna roll
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
don´t know
If you can hear what I hear when they play that song
I leave the radio radio on and I just don´t know
If you can hear what I hear when they
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