Lyrics:
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Radio playin' a good ol' country rocker
The day was sure a trucker's dream
The sky was sunny and the air was clean
When up ahead on the road
Stay up all night
To see the dawn of light
Rain hail sleet or snow you can't say no
you gotta go gotta go gotta hit the road
Rain hail sleet or snow
1-9!
When there came a little boy's voice on the radio line
And he said: "Breaker 1-9! Is anyone there?
ome on back, truckers and talk to Teddy
When there came a little boy's voice on the radio line
And he said, "Breaker 1-9, is anyone there?
Come on back truckers and talk to Teddy Bear"
I
This is another hit from Biz Markie
Dedicated to the radio, not he or she
Be-cause it's time for them to get recognized
This is my version
1-9!
When there came a little boy's voice on the radio line
And he said: "Breaker 1-9! Is anyone there?
ome on back, truckers and talk to Teddy
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby
you wouldn't be livin'
with me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
on vacation, with your station
that's playin' live in
I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby
I, change the channel on the
Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star
Radio, and YouTube killed the video star
Hit the radio
When we make a,
baby comin like the mad trucker
Lot of jealous niggas lookin funnier than Chris Tucker
God bless, oh yes, I stay fresh
Full of finesse, my congress
on the radio
Tell the DJ spin it on the mix show
Make a brother feel like I'm down at the disco
And we gonna keep it going like Crisco
'Cause the DJ grab
you wouldn't be livin'
with me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
on vacation, with your station
that's playin' live in
be dying
And it's trucker speed, benzedrine
Percocets, amphetamines
Black beauties and West Coast turnarounds
When the coast is clear, I drive with my
ehhhh
I'm all n da mix - I'm on the radio all n da mix
I'ma keep you with the hits
I'ma keep you with the fix, i'ma whip it in da mix, i'ma keep you
like a bandsaw
But what the heck, it's just a radio check."
And that there's how to ratchetjaw
[CB conversations. They're overlaid, as if you're
to hate
Coming outta Washington state
Cops don't like my profile
'Cause Mixalot kicks much style
So the man is on my trail
He want to take Mix to jail
Wanna wake up in the desert. i romanticize the trucker life
Red clay rock formations. now that you're gone i don't think straight
I'll drive north,
on a ride
[Chorus]
It's like your body's on radio I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your cd player I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby I'm your hot
it if you mix it up
Talk smack, and I'ma gonna shut you up.
I am the greatest man that ever lived
I was born to give. (I was born to give.)
I am
through
Time's up (up), sorry I left you
Thinkin' of this, I keep repeatin' them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (shit)
As you
couldn't sing for shh but the mix would assist her
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But (What?) he was
(All star baby)
Come quick see (F-U-B-U)
Lately all I see is D-P-G
(Q-B, L-B-C niggas)
When I turn the radio on keep hearin' me (All day,
the mix that hits me differently
Barely respectable
Guitars electrical
We're gonna rock the show and have ourselves a spectacle
The kids are sick
They need
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