Lyrics:
town to hold me
By the time the clock had done another day of creeping
My life had changed forever in the south of Germany
Oh I'm sorry that today I have
On the radio
Whoa oh oh
On the radio
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
Well tune right in you made find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sitting
Mama
I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
With no cussin' and shit
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo, jingle jingle
remember me, from way back?
I'm the same cat with the wave cap
The motherfucker that TNT used to blaze at
Still here so it's all good
Oh you know my
twenty-four-seven days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keepin' me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race with
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
Diffendoofer!
Hell broken loose in the middle of a K-Mart
Diffy on a segway, lookin’ like Paul Blart
Tryna stop us but you know they ain’t smart
DeSean had
the buck wild style that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind,
pain
And I'm prayin that one day you feel all of his love
That's all I know, straight live by that
And I'm 'bout that life, I die by that
Believe
with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
I'm in the world with Jacob's Ladder
I'm seein' a lot of happy copycat rappers actin' like they got
I can't be wrong
I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio
So everytime I get high I watch the time pass by like away we go
Is
full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I'm saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip
While you got set up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chicken heads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come
Enough is Enough
Intro
M3
This is your final warning
Or I’m gonna have to send the dogs in
Come out with your hands out
Put down the bag of skinny
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
way to deal with racism if you're black
Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog
Rushed out the door to inhale the smog
As I ran, I began
that like Amadou
So what I'ma do is separate the false from the truest
You've amassed nothing trying to ball like U Mass
So phenomenal with mics I
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
keep the chickenheads gobblin'
Shit I'm drivin' in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass 'til both
with that actress
Whole time I'm eatin', I couldn't wait to get back
In the back of the car with you and talk about who we are
You told me when you
the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones
Lil' shawty tried to play the
Kid but I'm Jay Sean
Handle
booming
The bitch I’m with
Looks just like she clueless
Work tape, to her bra she movin’
Daddy U-Haul, no RuPaul, there’s no gay shit
No fake shit, I’m
then coward duck your head
You don't know who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead
Is what I say, best run the other way
In case of physical
(explodes)
While you got sit up I was hittin' your ex hoe
Shit I kept low petro your metro
Politics keep the chicken heads gobolin'
Shit I'm drivin' in
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