Lyrics:
So call up the line
Get down wit, down wit us
This is a re-quest Mr. radio man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (your on the line girl)
chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
A bunch
dangreous summers i
Was just a thug nigga
Workin' for drug dealers
And neighbour runners by the age 13 we
Was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police
Runnin'
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
& you know it
Fat 'lil thing
Fat 'lil thing
Fat 'lil thing, you better show it
Can't comprehend or believe what I'm seeing
You're not just a girl, you're
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
of rodents
You know, a carnivore
Sheep in the meadow nibbling on some clover
One of those sheep wanders over
Sits by a rock separated from the flock
So call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
[Chorus]
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're
Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beepsy, and smoked
I'd hear him sing
I've got to walk that lonesome valley
I've got to walk it by myself
Oh, nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by myself
fuck me
Get it on Sunday, spend it by-hold up
Money don't grow on trees
When your ratchet ass ask say please
How come every time you want me I sneeze
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
we out on Ave.
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass!
Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get taken when
side up, DJ unknown
My father local chop chop from the SGT
Giordano fesse, what up esse?
Met with Tony Mohamed, lil half deal
Chill, spice on boat rock
Yeah, brand new Snoop Dogg
Somethin' to crack the new year off, ya dig?
One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on everybody, lets rock this place
a Mr. Sife
And get a quart-a 51
But c'mon baby an take a walk
C'mon baby an take a walk
C'mon baby an take a walk
A-rock this old joint, now
rock her hips to the bass, then she take a sip
When she wave
And wanna get wit' Lil' Jay
After she dance on dat pole
I pull my can so quick and fast
When
the world turn twice
[Mr.Ness]
And I'm Mr.Ness, that rock the best
And I'm ready to rock at your request
Go on, go on with your best
Raheim is gonna do
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil
(yeah), I get every drop
She been buyin' the dope so I long, I give her extra, every rock
I get every drop (uh-huh), I get every drop
Mafioso shit, I
'm janky, wipe your nose Mr. Hanky (huh)
Trappin' outta Stone Ridge, sellin' hoes and zones of med'
Where I went I found my plug Matt and took Jimmy's shit
(West, Mr. West) uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
And I heard 'em say, nothing's ever promised tomorrow today
From the Chi, like Tim it's
it,
See a bad bitch is like a fat blunt, I got one but you know I gotta grab it,
So lil' momma what's happenin' let me know if you tryin' to get it
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
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