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Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me
Radio suckers never play me

I make records for music, not for the money
To some of you that
that money machine.
Now you can measure you manhood by it. 
You can get your children to try it.
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With
they can 
Forgive me I'm a ridah 
Still I'm just a simple man 
All I want is money 
Fuck tha fame 
I'm a simple man 
Mr. International 
Playa with
Ha, ho
I found myself these days in total sensuality
Her radio and stereo, yes, all the same to me
One thing is clear, say we all know what we
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner 
But he knew it couldn't last 
Jojo left his home in Tugson, Arizona 
For some Californian grass 

Get
the black

Woman driving, man sleeping
There's no radio to play
Sitting with the map 
Laying crumpled on her lap
Look for the toll money to pay

Man
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
1991 Grilled Cgeese goes on it's way to different cities
Rocking for the kiddies
To do shows for rows, no foes, dough in escrow
All the money went
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my
tell 'em I’m the man

I’d rather get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I’d rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I’d rather
brain is hangin'
From back of his wig

Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help you no)
Dead man, dead man on the radio
(Police can't help
mentioned on the radio
If you don't think she's lot of fun just ask the man who once wants
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.

So round,
mentioned on the radio
If you don't think she's lot of fun just as the man who once wants
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.

So round, so
Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see
I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?"
Now he didn't
or you show us love 
No matter what you do money  stack your gunz 'n onez 
Iz you wit me, yo throw your hands in the air! 
All my thugs and soldiers
on a 57 inch TV, that's right

Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside of Chick-Fil-A
tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, Ya head, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk
My name black, do words wanna
mentioned on the radio
If you don't think she's lot of fun just as the man who once wants
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.

So round, so
i wanna know
What did I do to make it so?
'Cause I know you never gonna
play this on the radio

Record company got me a plugger
A charming man
man)
You want some more money? (I got grip)
You got stacks? (Hell yes)

[Verse 1]
I don't want to blow my horn but it needs to be told
I had a scene
And the dreams of the young, they ain't never been nothing but the last request of the old 
Heaven is the fiddle on the late night radio hit by Redemption
racin'
Love to take her on vacations
Where the time zone changes and money exchanges
And meters and kilometers on the dials of the ranges
Far away with my
drunk and stoned
He's got no money but a golden smile
Sidewalk torero wave me by ohhhh
I'm whistling his melody
You know which one I mean
Suddenly he
radio
This is your boy DJ Payne
I gotta get outta here man
I just wanna leave with
If you ain't got it by now,
Then you just ain't gettin' it
Yeah
a sit-down
Forget the studio and the mixdown
It's time to set it, you talkin loud without the credit
You clean like a radio edit
You couldn't tell that