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3) It's like Jazz 

(Ghasem:)
Yeah well what I'm saying is that it's like jazz, 
you know, the hip-hop approach is eh 
it's like jazz because you're

the radio till my pains ended
Only ride with the guys, can't trust no women
Oh she fine, know she might ask for my digits
Yeah yeah
I do my dance when I know

(Enviyon On The Mix)
Yeah
Yeah
(We don't take no L)
Yeah
My manager called me today
Said I still can't get no radio play
And that e-mail from "Drake"

London, but if I was
Everyone would be calling me sho
Oh, I got a call from bro,
He said what’s the motive I said I gotta go do the radio
Working fast not

(walk her ass, let's go)
Got more hair all on my sweatsuit, that be that Marni shit (that Marni shit)
Mix green with that purple, I'm trippin', that be

don't wanna be inside the mix
And no, I ain't no Splash Bro, but baby girl, know, I don't miss
know, I done came a long way before, I ain't have a pot

Wanna do a drive by
On every record label in the nation
Searching for the bright light
Gotta get the sound right
Someone said I heard you and you're

when I wake up
Living for the rip where's that nip I wanna bake up

Mix it drink it shake it up and sink it
We don't give a fuck what anybody else

And now that modern radios dead it can only get us so far

Backseat Baby Don't you turn down our mix
I know you think you're hot shit So gimme it
Gimme it

like it's Dinner nothing for Beginners I don't Teach they know me like a jenner
Wanna hit it hammer mary me I do It wit no cameras out like danny Phantom

through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place

Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by

at their desk
My shit just keeps on playing
Like the radio's possessed
It's Bustin Jest yes
I smoked away my stress
Your daddy hates my music
But your

The Best of Both Worlds

Hannah Montana

Girl Next

2006

worlds
Chill it out, take it slow
Then you rock out the show
You get the best of both worlds
Mix it all together
And you know that it's the best

a lot if you wanna

Now I'm up
Till I'm stuck
Getting fucked off the drugs
We don't nuck
We don't buck
We just wanna have fun
So what's up
Got a cup
Mix

Albuquerque

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won

on the radio
Fuck what you talkin bout black women lit
We taking over niggas mad cuz we the shit
I know you seen me on the video
I know you heard me on the radio

steppin', mix it with Givenchy (Yeah)
I'ma take Perc' 30's 'til I OD ('Til I OD)
I just copped a million dollars by my lonely (Lonely)
Now I got a lot

horns and the Philly strings
(Who ruined it)
Who ruined the radio
(I wanna know)
What about my Motown Sound
I looked high and low and it can't be found

a bad bitch know get naked come to da niz for da kniz by default
Remember when they called me washed till i sink mans boat with a one torpedo
Drugs like

straight from Europe
Check the CarFax (Facts)
We rich like the Jewish
You niggas too curious
I know you wanna have my sack (Know it)
Got a cute bitch, juice

anything[02:11.95]Don't know anything[02:16.33]They don't know fucking anything![02:18.10]Radio Drama[02:21.09]Ooh let me tell ya[02:23.77]I've seen it all[02:26.86]Never

explosives I wanna throw
But I know better
Locked inside my basement with a tinfoil hat
A radio jammer and clutching an aluminum bat
Illuminati on my YouTube

runnin no way home 
Little did I know 
When there's nowhere left to go
It's the end of the end of the road

I'm ridin by myself 
Blue skies me and my radio

advertise what we don't need to own
We already know what we wanna hear
And won't be fed their lies

Ah no no no
We won't be fed their lies

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