Lyrics:
Good morning America
Or at least the good side
That's still up by 1 AM
This is Break Yo Back Radio
With your host EP
And Morn in the morn
And were
it be easier to dip?
If you hear me on the radio will you turn me up or skip
The best part of beating COVID is remembering yo scent
Have no doubt that
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Pakalolo
I want to say aloha to you real slow
And tell you that you're cool because I said so
Him natty dread, yo
Some enjoy when the sun goes down
an actually fact
Because the street is where my heart is at
Yo, I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
But I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
If
back my lady
You're going too far
'Cause me i want to dey
Dey where you are
Mikey
Because wherever you dey
Me i no go delay
'Cause i go dey by you
Girl
[DoItAll] Hey yo Funke wake up!
[Mr. Funke] Huh?
[DoItAll] Turn your radio up!
[Mr. Funke] What?!
[DoItAll] It's us!
[Mr. Funke] It's US?!
[DoItAll]
about
Living in your radio
How do you like me now?
Yeah Country boy
His name was lil Jacob
Used to love
To play In sis make up
Growing up
You know he had
a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
Turn down the lights and lit
I left
Girl I'm like a tool grab me and use me
Where do you want me by the fireplace or the jacuzzi
I never slipped yo I got my grip like a handle
** "You're ghetto!" added before every line starting with 'you know...' **
[Kardinal Offishall]
Take it low low low
Yo, yo, yo
You know you ghetto
(Intro)
Hm...Mpl Empire, woh, ah, Vic.O,
Hey niggaz,
Can you feel me on this one,
You haven't,
You better listen to this one,
Because I'm about
the fuck up
I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga
Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit
No wonder you're mad, now
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
Radio style, yeah
She was a fly girl from the projects
With a super dope body that I had to get
So I stepped to her
(What did you say, Ron)
I said, ?Yo
down my forehead
I say my prayers before bed
Because I am a warhead
I know we fighting a battle but
I dug a little deeper
Lеt me tell you that we in no
blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I`m a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain`t no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio want to get
day, this guy came along
He didn't have a radio but he was playin a song
I got curious, so I said, yo what's that noise?" (What noise? I don't know)
No
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
from eternity
And all that shit you kick just don't concern me
I separate the champs from the chumps
Ask a nigga blunt, "Yo, how many lumps you want?"
ain't fair races, they just let the fear erase us
Adopted by the slums, son of guns this is how they raised us
Yo son we gotta raise up, don't let them
song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio
And I think of Nathan being placed in a home
And all the medicine you fed us
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
and always leave with the wet meat
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak
I collect crops and props like spinach
I'm vintage, your single
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