Lyrics:
the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
it's night time, driving uptown
City's sparkling, but you shut down
So you signal right and turn your engine off
Cars fly by you, stars beside you
Turn
a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave
I said, let's go and play Adam and Eve
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she
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
Joe could blow
Just like the radio
And he used to drove them "B" girls wild
But when grandma started happy dancing
(Oh, she gon' break somethin')
Everytime I turn on the radio
News are bad uptown or in the ghetto
Some young child was forgotten by his mum
In a car where he died of dehydration
girls (Explicit-Edit)cat like hello kitty they meow
i sold (Explicit-Edit)
but uh now im thinking bout record sales
i sold (Explicit-Edit)
but uh now
here we are together
Cruising down Magazine
Westbank girl
Westbank girl
Westbank girl
Make your Uptown home with me
Saints on her radio
A cross around
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
The Rooftop, Latin Quarter, cause I was there
Red Alert downtown, Brucie Bee uptown
Grandmaster Vic had a different sound
You had block parties, with free
smile like
Country gold on the radio dial
Gettin lost with some buddies out in the middle of nowhere
Or a pretty girl ridin shotgun
Thankin the Lord that
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,
only fooled by the baby face
I'm not diggin' yo man I'm just thuggin' for Benjamins
So stop the hatin' increase the radio cake
I'm not familiar with you
"The Love Game (Radio Edit)
(Verse)
In the Love Game
Somebody’s gotta win
In the Love Game
Somebody’s gotta lose yeah
You found a lover
with lots
c boo
we chuk the duece for the blker the berry
(Explicit-Edit)elvis and his blue suade shoes
the Ku Klux noose i dont need non of ya University's
my
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
Yo, yeah, ay
Said pick a restaurant, what you reckon
Baby girl wan eat in congestion
No hesitation, no question
I just got to pick my fit and get
to call bluffs
Ladies try lockin' niggaz down like cuffs
It's off the heezy, girl, I like my hair peasy
(Touch me, tease me)
Girl, take it easy
I
Ooo who did this beat
I like this
This nice
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Bass Dheep
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
I used to think that life ain't nothin' but bitches and money, really though
Running around Philly with silly hoes
Used to have me a uptown girl like
behind bars
Beef ain't the Summer Jam for Hot 97
Beef is the cocaine and AIDS epidemic
Beef don't come with a radio edit
Beef is when the judge is
get money (she just wanna on talk on the phone)
I'd rather get money (Girl please just leave me alone)
I'd rather get money ('cause you see that I'm
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