Lyrics:
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
glow
I'd stay up all night long 'til they played my favorite song~
By the Light of the Radio...
Out on the street we cut our teeth to the beat
Howard Stern used
To work radio in Detroit
Before he became a New York City big shot
Howard and the clowns go way back"
I'm Violent J and I'm certified
to the back, sold out, one night
That's the way it is when you done it right
Take time to drop a album
Don't just be buyin' beats from everybody
Cause everybody
Cause I make a lot of money and your boyfriend don't
L.L. went to hell, gonna rock the bells
All you washed up rappers want to do this well
Rock the bells
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I
echo
the sex so good it make an echo echo
if you ever feel the same let me hear echo echo
call the radio station send this message
i want make love
'm a hip hop scholar while you're left back
So Jeckle and Rush go back to Lefrac
I'm a simple man like Chance Gardner
Working 9 to 5 Dolly Parton
Got
pages
I thought your mama taught you
You should never talk to strangers
Don't you ever ask no question
That you really don't want the answer to
So
momma getting beat down!
Is that the real definition of me now?
I fell off, back on my feet now
Headed to the sky, can't even see down
Award shows,
never could adapt, I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never would of rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back
I just want to leave
him 'cause he's too tired to beg
He's got 9 brothers and sisters
they're brought up on their knees
it's hard to run when a coat hanger beats you
motherfucker 'til I call you back
I mean who says shit like that, and doesn't laugh
The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh?
The night is
mane, it's needed
Eyes firey, cry tears to my diary
Sometimes a Xanny bar can't help you fight back the anxiety
I go to my "love" quietly, teardrops
on the radio
Chest beating beat to beat
MB on the beat
Ready to eat
Dressed up no Halloween
If you supply the henny
I'll supply the weed
We ain't got to wait
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right back
(Ruthless gangsta) Cold killin
You wanna know what it's means
With the stupid dope rhyme
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
Can tell the real by how the real interact
In the middle of wack my soul stick to a track
Kickback records get kicked to the back
I want big cribs
that dial
I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile
My name's Mike D and I'm the ladie's choice
I want to get next to you like Rose Royce
Y'all
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
Walking back in you, baby
Nothing in your touch
Live within your blood
Take me, I'm walking, waking
Hoping, waiting in the sun beats
In your heart
to her, but when I talk to her
It always seems like she talking 'bout me
She said, "You left your kids, and they just like you
They want to rap and make
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