Lyrics:
Ooo Yeah I love when you on it
I put my hands up on it
Ooo Yeah you love when you on it
You get to dance up on it
You like to stand up on it
Drop it
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
on the countryside yeah
Late at night when the moon is high and the last ones are ready to go
One last dance by the firelight before the sun will show
Oh let the good
talk about things
Like hot trending topics
Hold up hold up
I almost slipped
Let me get this food
Let me try to get a tip
Let me get my personal
And let
when I'm hit by the laser beams
Ladies fiend rappers are choosin up teams
So who could beat up just before we meet up
Before I kick
Tell me how well you know me
Like what is my favorite TV show
What song makes me dance on the radio
If you really love me please let me know
What
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
the cuff, we ride around
Listening to the radio
Let me go
Let me go
The window closed
Let me go
Baby, let me go
My ego back
That's me up on the radio
Do my
Verse:
Girl I showed up to get you out of the house
Take you on down the road we used to hang out
Turn up my radio and dance in my seat
I can't
no doubt I was raised by the radio|Life's a dance you learn as u go|Y'all raise em up if you were raised by the radio|
silence my friend
you'll soon hear my name on the radio
me singing a beautiful ryme a song i wrote
all by myself a song that means a world to me
Hey baby, let's you and me
Drive all night 'til we reach the sea
Park this truck by the edge of the ocean
Watch a red sun come up in the morning
for the monster that I have become
No one apologized to me for anything that they've done
We can dance with shadows
Cast by all that's burning
You are
(One, two)
Stop the clocks, it's amazing
You should see the way the light dances off your head
A million colours of hazel, golden and red
to watch fresh Prince
And marveled at how Will dispensed Each and every line
We took turns, and did the Carlton Dance with an urkle voice
Watched saved by
when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta, Gangsta," that's what
Have been down so many years
But tonight I don't wanno complain oh
So many times have been down below
None of the songs on the radio
No one
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
She Likes Hair Bands
On satellite radio
But I was in one
So it's a little too close to home
She can dance like
She's done it for a living before
spot out there I'd like to show ya
By the light of the radio I'd like to get to get to know ya
Off the beaten path
One foot on the dash and one
but I swear my intentions are pure
I wanna sing and dance for all the dickheads. I wanna be the king of the room!
But let's just get this one thing out
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