Lyrics:
on (look) yeah, come on
(Up in the sky) When I'm at the bar, or in a rented car (look)
(You'll see me flying by) Ya see the jewerly truck, don't touch
Yeah
sang on our radio
But something was missing no spring to my stride
No one was standing, there by my side
But the world keeps on spinning and time
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah
and pull 'em through my britches
Yeah, what the deal?
I'm feelin' hard as hell right now, homie
I almost feel invincible and shit
Ayy, Dre
You got me
that?
We ain't got no damn salad man
Ah, well then what the hell do you have?
We got the Dogbeats
Oh yeah the Dogbeats huh?
Yup
Alright, then I'll take
Hey, man, I know it's been a couple of days
Since I hit you up and I said, hey
But I just drove by your parents' place
Thought I'd check in
Yeah
I hate love songs
They're on the radio all day
Break up
Make up
Yeah, they're all the same
And you'd think that we'd all be on the same page
But, I'm
of Chi where death is
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it, it's kinda hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah, yeah
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
Hell yeah
That was a motherfuckin' trip
The way y'all niggas had the whole world sayin' na, na, na, na
This here the Doggfather, rappin' on this
you'll hear me on the radio
And you gonna say you don't hate me no more
I don't know why you wanna hate me
I know that you wish that you were me (wish you
A hammer and a nail, stacking them bails
I'm dog tired by the five o'clock hour
But I'm ready to raise some hell
And Jesse's getting ready, I'm
on TV
And that little town that kept you down
Is where you wanna be
Yeah, I'm one of you
Yeah, I'm one of you
No you're not by yourself
There's
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is
My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm
live to retire
Cash flow extreme, dress code supreme, vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player, you know who I mean
High rollers
Yeah
folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts
So I was raised on Dust Bowl tunes, you see
Had a six-tube radio an' no TV
It was so dog-goned hot I had
nowhere
Turn up the volume to the radio, I'll be right there
And I never had love for a nigga, I'm about my money
I'm a million dollar mack, that's how I
the station on rock FM
When I hear Curtis Lowe we'll turn it up to 10
Yeah thats how I roll
I like country with rock n roll
Play me something on the radio
Play
afraid stay, Moby
Lock the ship below me
I can see your end nostradamous, good to know you
To those who came before me
We've come to raise sails, hell
you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk oh the monkey's sayin', "Hell yeah"
Correction, "Hell yes"; old
the days gone by
There's nothing you can do there's nothing you can say
Turn up the radio and hope he'll dance away to the
Dinosaur
Dinosaur rock
I'm making
and that little town
That kept you down is where you wanna be
Yeah I'm one of you no your not by yourself
There's somebody else who's been there too
If you
only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for Benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you
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