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20,000 bands that's a light day/ she don't really drink she a lightweight / tell her pack light when we fly away / private island sands when we land

I just shit-bagged a track star
I hate when cornball niggas try to act funny
Let a bitch get out of line, I got the slap on me
I'm in a 'Mobile

Right right Flee sport Right right
Hustle plays right right
Mobile kitchen right right
More checks right right
More checks right right
More checks

Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be

The Mix Show

Wyclef Jean

Masquerade

2002

under your feet goin' land on hard
I got goons that stand on guard
Post up waiting wit the toaster
Hit you from close up
Bare face
No black mask
No

They tellin' us make "America Great Again"
I'm like hol' up
When was America great again?
Was it when they took us
From our native land?
Or maybe it

and intimidation
It takes a nation of millions to hold me back, i'm a public enemy 
Carry out private contracts
Do you know who you facing
Do you know all the facts

leaving you behind 
Going up, synchronize the watches at the same time 
Expanding land Holdings taking city blocks
Give me the key to the city I can put it

dollars say they bound to stain your clothes
Stay getting high in private when we fly we stay in coach well
I ain't gonna complain from this hotel
Road

In the private garden
You are my sunshine
So I could blossom
So I could blossom
But you poured
To much water on me now I feel like I'm drowning
Uhhh

still scheming, tryna control me
Taking me off the radio just to show me how much power they have
But dawg as you know me I got a letter from Zuma

to a place deep inside or up above

I don't hear them on my FM radio
I don't know why they all had to go
My father would call it a shame
TheThe country doesn't

Forbidden emotions, mobiles no longer exist
Cars don't need diesel, animals now are free
Toc Toc Toc who's at the door
Toc Toc Toc Alien call

Lonesome bad road
Half-a-day from Mobile
Windows rolled down
Roaring wind conceals
Highway's emptiness
Hard luck deals

On that highway back from

the winter hit the barrio
Hear me on the radio
I take the lead you follow
Swallow
Digest
All the good take out the bad stuff
Taking off the handcuffs
You don't

up, stand up

This track ain't asking you a damn thing
Not the brand name bottle with your champagne
Not where you land your private airplane
How many

for the fed
I get my tunes played
Radio 1, Capital X

I said I'm growing like a plant
Once I get my music in dance
These other rappers
Ain't gone have

like a bunch old white niggas,brining back the band
Land o lake slick,don't slip fucking with the man
Pig n a Glock,drop niggas faster than quicksand
We

We're Famous

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress

Now I've come from

bands on the radio like they made you you
I'm looking for artists on stage to throw tomatoes to
The way I act you think I'm banned from radio, like Trae

Prime Time

Promoe

Government Music

2001

and louder

Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they

Private jet’s champagne and some caveir
Money sweet but plenty more to make me happier
Too much oil for head feeling like sadia
Arabia dial if u sabi me I

walk weight loss talk
radio roll up your windows

private home securities take the streets while the LAPD become blue machines
cop copter spotlights down

Alex drives away shifting their plans into gear 
Both on the edge of synthetic leather seats
The radio exhales a purple haze 
They don't need to speak.