Lyrics:
I got some money in my pocket
I got some time to kill
I got some sunshine in a blue on blue sky
I got some bad news on my radio
I gotta jam in
or rude,
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, and doowutchyalike,
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls
My love is alien, I picked her up by chance
She speaks to me, with ultra-high frequencies
Radio band of gold
Gonna listen til I grow old
Oo hoo
on over here next to me
Let me pull you in, hmmm, let me pull you in, girl
Ooo, if you didn't know by now I'm crazy about you
And I know the perfect
[David] Ha hahaha! I ain't gotta say much... $hort, YEAH!
[$hort] So you wanna be a baller?
[David] David Banner~! Big Face
[$hort] You wanna get
Annie, I owe you a dance.
Don't the years fly by in the blink of an eye,
Yeah loves, I've had a few.
I've been a million places and I've seen a million
you get too close
You know I'm going' like cool breeze
Hey!
Well, you walk!
Yeah, walk!
I bought a brand new airmobile
'twas a custom
in the
Sand huh! Climb that fence
Damn
By the time I get to the end of my verse
Calisthenics of the tongue
Exercising the first
That's freedom
Welcome to the funeral, yeah
Closed casket as usual
Yeah, welcome to the funeral
The choir's singin' musicals
Kumbaya, it's beautiful
I bust in
smelling on your flowers
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers (aw, yeah, baby)
I hear ya tweeting on them fag-pipes, clod
But you said it best,
the day before
It was the same old song so
I turned off the radio
I turned off the radio (radio, radio)
I turned off the radio (radio, radio) , yeah
I
all back.
Years roll by,
One by one,
All things change,
But there's always someone,
The heart never forgets,
No the heart never forgets.
tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's
Interviewing a prize winning cow.
I asked her to tell the radio public how she feels
She said mooooooooo
She's contented, I'm contented
But her husband ain't
are so excited 'cause we're reunited, hey, hey Yeah, yeah, yeah Ba-a-a-by Lover, lover, this is solid love And you're exactly what I'm dreamin' of All
years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'
I love your joint 'rock the bells', it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Yeah, I've spent all year wishing you were here at
Can't help but think about you when I'm all alone
Each time I hear Sinatra on my radio
I'd be in
for
And if I don't mind to her
I'd rot in that prison for sure
Yeah, she'd toss me aside
And I'd surely wait to die
By decree, law, or demand
right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it's
Down by the drugstore
Everybody ??
She turnin' on the radio,
She's shootin' up the stereo,
Puttin' on a video,
She's sayin' let's go let's go
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I
old
I swear my heart beats to the radio
I swear my heart beats to the radio
Bought my first car for 200 bucks
My uncle cut me a deal yeah it was just
to get off into that brand new Snoop Dogg produced by Pharrell
So everybody in the city tonight
I want to you roll your window down and turn the music up
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