Lyrics:
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
the radio on
Can't forget the nights I said
You were wrong
It was me all along
Let the night slip right by
I can count every star in the sky
Panic in my eyes
dismissed when it doesn't conform to mainstream values.
Lennon said "They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool",
He was right. Social
was Fred Hampton killed
Why why
Because the CIA hates poor people
Why why
Why do Presidents shill
Why why
Because they're bought out by corporations
Why
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
She stole my heart just by the way that she smiled
I couldn't resist so I grabbed her butt
She said what's wrong with you fool are you some kind
a musical natural
H.A.P.P.Y.
Just by mistake
One day I turned on my dial
From my radio came this is incredible sound
The music they were playing right
feels so right
And every song that played on the radio that night
Said everything I needed to say
"Check Yes or No"
"You Look So Good in Love"
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
Wanna do a drive by
On every record label in the nation
Searching for the bright light
Gotta get the sound right
Someone said I heard you and you're
safe sex, with girls I lay next
In other words, the J-hat's on the head
'Cause I'm too sexy for AIDS like Right Said Fred
So can touch you there,
bammas can't see the bars
Y'all some paralegals
I smoke sweets in the suite
Like this shit is legal
Cover the building in green
My nigga: Fred Segal
Ha,
bammas can't see the bars
Y'all some paralegals
I smoke sweets in the suite
Like this shit is legal
Cover the building in green
My nigga: Fred Segal
Ha,
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
seem to find peace, only thing the street see is police and poverty
Bitch don't start with me - I can't fade
The bullshit noise that the radio play
Where
Sometimes if it don't sound right
I apologize, I just said it 'cause it rhymed
Four chords, three minutes, you never fit in it
So I just take you line by
in da house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
Where you at?
Chorus:
(Nate Dogg)
Ridin in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Where you at?
Ridin' in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
The clock is always ticking
And I'm always doing not wishing
Plus I'm mother fucking bitchin'
Feeling rich in here
Get with this right here, yeah
I
things right
Jesus said give me your burdens
With arms open wide
You know I’ve always been with you
Through every dark night
I sent you every coyote
Yeah
Let go, let go
Turn on the radio
I know, I know
You won't let me go
Are you coming home?
I'm never coming home
Days go by and I can't believe I tried
I
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