Lyrics:
This is anti-radio
No placements, won't make it to top five
And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines
And I shoulda died
get some bread
Man i'm gonna get us on
I'll put you on because my big cousin know that nigga drewski dawg
We'll get your shit on radios
From here
Gold Coast
What time is it there? Send me a text, girl
Tell me how you been
Just help me think about somethin' else
Sit your ass back down, man
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
Sweet Baby, (Yeah)
Sweet Darling, (Yeah)
I Love You, (Yeah)
Forever , (Yeah)
And I love her like no other
Met her in the 80’s introduced by my
Michael hates Toby
Force like I'm Obi, you know the one, Kenobi
Force fed baloney, by phonirs
Just wanna rule the world, call me "Mr. Steal-Your-Girl
right to my baby doe
Gas
Station to station man I don't even need no radio
I just pull up at the pump and they pumpin' my shit up I told 'em don't fill up
ride and cold macked it
Yo Tip I tell you man the devil's tryin' it
But I'm goin' to stay strong cause I ain't buyin' it
Tonight I'm taking Sherry out, I
sweaters
My code name cupid cus I palm barettas
And hit you and your mans in the coldest weather
And that's the best weather
I might be a trendsetter
Hit
only about myself
Late nights, all alone, only way I'm working by myself
I'm so sick that I'm throwing up gang signs
What's the deal man, I know where my
girl on the phone trippin so I hang up
Playboy status, man it's hard to break habits
Go through mo' cabbage than a pack of damn rabbits
Two cella-tels,
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go
The homie. Introduce yourself
I'm like the president, surrounded by Macs, and all my niggas making presidents, serving
and gimme, run gimme (baby gimme gimme, yeah)
Can I be your man on the radio? (Stereo)
Can I be your king and your daddy yo? (Daddy yo)
Omotena, baby,
rolled and rocked"
Listen
You get upset when you hear the Large Professor
On your girl's cassette deck expect
Nothin comin soft 'cause I'll
Ariel
If I say I like it, best believe I'll make it very gold
I'm a rapper from the city no one's heard of or they don't like
Doing drive-bys around
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
drove it into the yard, just so
cnd the lil' winer girl just wine round the car twice
cnd say, "It good"
She never even see the light!
cnd we run down
sweet so we chop by force
Somebody warn this niggas that King Kayyarr is back
And he's come to clear them debt he wants interest and his tax
Man I swear
I know you got to live your life man
But how you going to do that by watching everyone else
We all got the same twenty four
Just make sure you choose
water while we eat fruits
The radio pumps, rockin to L.O.N.S. and yes
the girls display flesh by the way they dress
[Prince Poetry]
The Ave surprises,
Just like Dick Tracey's wrist radio
De dream was to talk while on de go
A man from Chicago a big dreamer
Skillful engineer called Martin Cooper
He had
ahead of my time and in bed with a dime
Trynna live by the bible and murder my idols
They taught me the game but I see them as rivals
See We ain't
yu
Mi no happy inna my like
Yu waan come run mi dung
An cause bare strife
Yu have yu man home
An waan come play (wife)
I no me Mek yu mirurable
Inna
(Jazze)
Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio
You damn right we jam
The phone lines are ringin off the hook
But I'm not gon awnser them 'cause I don't wanna hear
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