Lyrics:
(You goddamn right)
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor?
all good, right?
(right, right, right) Right gravy
The burglar just disappears in a
Mix of Gerber babies
Deaf motivate the def, juxtaposition
a mess, Bob seems under stress,
But Jones the Jug hits Len right in the mug;
And Harold Demure, who's still not quite sure,
Fires acorns from out of his
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
Wassup yall it's Juboslaps here on 31.6 coldwater FM
Home of the coldest hits blasting through your radio waves
Right now today
I got this new hit by
He rode the rails since the great depression
Fifty years out on the skids
He said you don't cross nobody
You'll be all right out here kid
Left
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking]
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that
Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up!
Class is now in session
If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit, get the fuck out!
If you
on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast 'cause the Dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
or drugs
Last night on 33rd st.
I saw a kid get hit by a bus
But this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
is very hard to take
To cure you they
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
drink, oh, hell nah
He must be tryin' to kill my buzz
I will not budge, so what the deal, ridaz?
Now here they all come and they got your back in, like,
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radio
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
name
This lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
'Cause right now, I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I've got problems, now everybody on my
lock tight woo with that straight
Five dead right party's over here we got the five boom
All night we made a hit, yet another home runner
And sweet
, but right now! GILLA!
[DJ Say What]
Yeah!
WKYA Radio
Where We Kickin' Your bloodclot Ass!
Now bouncin' off the Reggae Hour, we have some
Brand new
ride for your nigga, right?
Now with hearses side by side, with your nigga right
Cause it been plenty nights I barely made it through this life
Niggas
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