Lyrics:
scheamin on me? Probably are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too
And say America's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker on a record sleeve
Cos
schemin' on me? Probably are
Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I spit Brook, Brook, Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too
ain't gon' be in there with me at night
The pieces to my puzzle's in my life
With all of my good days and all of my bad
You stood by your man and you know
a toast real close
In case I gotta turn the rest of yo' peeps into ghosts
Fuck it I'm ready for combat, with a gat
That'll make any nigga, become a meal
the first name basis but I fuck with y'all
Everybody at Radio, man
First of all, let me start this shit off with Noah Sheer, Gaithersburg's own
We went
get old
The radio's on and it's playing our song
I shift it into 5th and then baby we're gone
Elvis on the radio
Your mama can't get hurt by what she
wanna man, top of them?
I don't wanna hit like
I don't wanna hitchhike
Maybe wanna hit mine
Maybe just live my, my
I'm locked by the mime
Under no bell
'Til I saw a piece of paper sayin' Tasha (Tasha)
I gotta say I found this a bit shockin' (shockin')
And some receipts here to tell you went shoppin'
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
soul
Gotta keep a pole (right now)
That's on my soul, that's on my soul
The streets all I know (I know)
That's on my soul (hey)
Slipper goals, man
I got a boyfriend now
C'mon, uh, uh, uh, yo, yo
Gotta man that I think I'm gon' love forever
And forever, we'll be together (c'mon)
No matter
along cap
There a knife in my swiss army hat
With the blade I cut the rope
(Man your secret services spy hats dope)
I radio'd for back up cars
So we
wouldn't get right
Cause I was aware as a square in Delaware
Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radios gettin' sucked by labels under the table
Mix
Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is
My name is eazy yeah this is true
Keepin' your attention is what I'm
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
shirt
Got rude, that didn't work
And your girl looks like she don't work (Mental)
Man wouldn't beat that even if I was burse
Hear me on the radio
let you go
Bye-ey-ey
Let me walk right on by
You didn't even try to know my name
You let me slip right there by
You didn't eve try to know my game
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
Pardon me, do you have change for a quarter?
I gotta make a phone call, thank you
Oh, I hope this woman don't take me through no changes today
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
What you say baby?
You want to get down?
You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
The sheer sincere rap engineer's here
And wherever I go yo
You know my man Jay's near
More than up to par
Styles indicate who we are
Like
to go
Well damn near blew the speaker out
Of that alarm clock radio
The hotel security man
Kept knockin' 'til his knuckles turned red
While all those
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