Lyrics:
As I soar yeah baby I like it raw
No cigar, I ran over the pop star with my car,
Again and may the best jam win
Here I go, there you go
Bingo,
on the radio
The static hurts my ears
Tell me where would I go
I ain't been out in years
Turn on the stereo
It's played for years and years
An Otis Redding
Radio Station KMG, 187 on your dial
And what I want you to do is tune in
At 5 O'clock and listen to the homeboys
Total K-oss and Go-Mack
They'll gonna be
might moo ya
I'm in effect with another funky groove
Posse up, Mix-A-Lot is on the move
Attack!
Attack!
Attack!
Oh, here we go, I dropped my
to help us sing our song. The Dooright...yes it's the doo-Dooright's you know you can't go wrong!
"Here's brother Therman."
"howdy neighbors".
"Sister
Aha, aha
It's on your brain again, huh?
It's like a double sin
The way you think about gettin' it in
And I'ma say it again, say it like-like
high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get live, nigga
[LD]
Hot damn hoe here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries
go home again
'Coz the broke down sound
Of an old Telecaster's about the
Sweetest sound I know
Blues across America
Gotta have it on the radio
Blues
smile, break them down and send them back again
Oh here we go again
Everybody’s waiting
For your radio song
And oh can you hear them sing
Sing along with
down, drivin' 'round in an old Cadillac
Here come the Gator Boys, you
Radio and the police know we're
Comin' to your town
It goes a one, a two, three
to the land, of unfree man,
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens?
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled;
A one-way seat,
like Puffy and Mase
On our jiggy shit, you feel me?
And right before it releases
This bullshit happens
Tyler here, and I'm makin' this video
Just
The clock is always ticking
And I'm always doing not wishing
Plus I'm mother fucking bitchin'
Feeling rich in here
Get with this right here, yeah
I
Hmm hmm
Yeah
Uh huh
Shit here we go again
Here we go again
Here we go again
Man I'm trying to chill
Stuck at work trying chill
Maybe play the field
brought me to the land, of unfree man
To move about and catch trout, by the dozens
Even had my cousin locked down, at the feet shackled
A one-way seat,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
believing all the videos
God knows who controls the radios
Some people chose the road to be hoes
And so I rose in the middle of all the woes
And def jam
nearer
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pullin' us over again
Now I'm sittin' here in this county jail
Had
the hook-ups and the sport on the television
I guess we’re out here just talking to ourselves
Schizo these hoes and bros, we all need some help
Nobody admits,
This is the recipe for
Those songs like the ones you’ve heard before
You’ll need a beat to dance to
Here it goes 1234
Now it’s time to move along
and her in there
"Let's get outta here"
Might lose my job but I don't care
Come along if you dare
Lay down my tailgate
Hey boy what'chu say?!
Do
And the sport on the television
I guess we're out here
Just talking to ourselves
Schizo these hoes and bros
We all need some help
Nobody admits
The problems
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got more TV's in here
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