Lyrics:
already some of the radio stations
Some of the radio stations
Already told me that they not going to play it
No. they told me in my face, that no
We not
Dually kickin' up dust on a one lane road
Joe Diffie tunes hummin' out the radio
And the night so young as we are right now
Sittin' frozen in time
and back, huh?
A lot of radio ain't givin' no play, but it's ok
'Cause my day one's been A-1
Before the co-signs and the pros came (uh)
Where you been,
won't give up
Radio soul antennas
Radio to lift spirits
Call sign commando
M.O. is independence
Scream till the walls fall
Dissolve all the limits
in her eyes
That took me by surprise
At a hole in the wall bar just outside of that city limit sign
All my friends said boy your lucky tonight
But
a tracer round, turn your face around
By the time you see the signs I'ma smoke less
Sleigh my demons and I blaze at packs
Ain't that what these kids do
When
I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs
give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin
Ask yourself man
How
long, please come by
And I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
Yo I'm flipping through this bizzies on the radio
Stop, something tells me you someone
wanna be another slave to this rap game
Promoting negativity just to stack change
The stuff I hear on the radio is so wack mane
Bunch of clones copy off
to come and dirty your soul
You see the haters get the genitals
Back up off the minerals
Rolling with the general and high off that medical
Rolling all
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
getting bitch
Im not phased by ya flossing
If its a sign on this pussy
Its gone be proceed with caution
Itll drive a nigga crazy
Padded room with the locks
"I'll fill 'er up, it'll be here waitin'"
Second hand Ram, brand new cam
Lotta static on the radio
V8 Hemi, it'll do 120
Blow the black off
or contaminated
Turn on your stereo never come radio activated
Deadly and fatal poison the title
My recital hits the parts that are vital
So tune in
Inner-city black boy, eyes full of dreams
Son of a priest, head full of schemes
Taught by the good book, taught by the streets
Mized all the hood
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
the real
Speak the real
It`s a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit
a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Radio Shack digital motel six o?clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can`t afford to pass no
We both looked like TV stars in 1965
Taken by the glitter glam
Torn apart inside
Summers passing in your car, 16 hour drive
But money, glory, god,
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
grid
Show me where he is, I sign the ordenance
To bomb his coordinants with Agent Orange and torture him
Burn the skin off of him, throw a towel
know
I put the radio on
Take a look at my face
Never felt more alone
And while the days go by I follow you wake
I wish I could've known
With a space all
a soul
The way she work that middle and put it down on fellatio
We always on and off with our groove Just like a radio
Cause I ain't got no time for no
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