Lyrics:
I'm bangin to Lil Jon
When this dumb pretty bitch turned my radio off
Had a nigga, so pissed off
So I laid right back and let her eat my dick off
Yeah
on station H.A.P.P.Y.
You should hear them
Everyday, yeah
While riding home in my car
My happy radio is never too far
I just reach out my hand, turn
talkin' stuff
In a violent room
Fighting with lovers past
I needed someone with a quicker wit than mine
Dorothy was fast
Well, I ordered, "Yeah, let
goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright, it's alright
Back with my Uncle Snoop
Like it's 2 Live Crew way back with my Uncle Luke
I get MIA
talkin' stuff
In a violent room
Fighting with lovers past
I needed someone with a quicker wit than mine
Dorothy was fast
Well, I ordered, "Yeah, let
by the time I was five (like, what?)
Saw my uncle get stabbed, took a knife right in the abs (yeah)
And all he was tryna do was get my tricycle back,
spot out there I'd like to show ya
By the light of the radio I'd like to get to get to know ya
Off the beaten path
One foot on the dash and one
Like the Old Testament
I'm here to testify
That I don't know much about it if it ain't on the radio
And I don't trust Uncle Sam or the highway patrol
know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing
Too hot
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
her feet
The young man speaking in the city square
Is trying to tell somebody that he cares
Yeah, the ones that you're calling wild
Are gonna be
Lauren Bacall, I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
Hey fellas, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don't believe it
In
Yeah three in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby
Fuck y'all
The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound
Where you at?
Ridin' in my car
And I'm listening to the radio
I'm listening to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People
I can hear the truck tires coming up the gravel road
And its not like her to drive that slow, nothings on the radio
Footsteps on the front porch, I
you are, yeah you are
Say it say it, cause they all deny it
Player play it, cause you can't deny it
As fly as it get, as fly as I spit you know its
Well I'm sick of hanging out on the street
Every saturday night with the boys
Listening to the radio's big beat
We crank it just to hear
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note
Make me your radio (yeah)
And turn me up when you feel low
In the fragments of the songs
Carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
Ominous and low
I hear the sound
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
it up
'Til all the pain's a cloud of dust
Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck
I leave that radio playing
Same old country station where you left
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