Lyrics:
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Hello? Yeah, I'm the guy
I got 'er all cleaned up
Just come on by
This truck will get the prettiest girl in town
Sittin' right beside you
Two, three, four
Well, I came by your house the other day
Your mother said you went away
She said there was nothing that I could have done
Yeah
I see you, big bro
I'ma kill these niggas, man
Yeah (haha)
Straight off the block wit' it
Eagle Street to be specific
I'm peepin'
'm gonna keep on driving
'Til there's peace of mind way deep down in my soul
If I got country on the radio
You can blame it on a backroad
Yeah, blame it
know her life is saved by rock 'n' roll, yeah rock 'n' roll
Despite all the computations
You could just dance
To that rock 'n' roll station
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb
just all he know
He don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in
Carbon monoxide
Making me choke
No A.C.
And the radio's broke
Cars backed up
Far as you can see
Seems like I've been waiting here for all
couldn't survive without my radio
Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass
I keep the suckers in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from
On the F L you T E yeah
[Chorus]
Uh, I messed up
It's aight, man, go on and blow!
Watch it asshole!!!
Damn, where is she? Shoulda been here by
The one her uncle Bobby took apart
Anybody's guess if and when
It'll ever get put together again
Yes, she's
Cold black water
She's southern comfort
yeah
Baby, let's go, take a dirt road
Kick it back, find a good song on the radio
'Til we get lost in
A sunset fallin'
Lay a blanket by the creek
on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you want to be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go
We learned them all on the radio
Yippie yi yo kayah
I'm an old cowhand
Oh yes, Mr. Bing
Too hot
dauber sting
By God doggone it
Yeah, rub a little country, rub a little country
Rub a little country on it
It's a bow on a fiddle
It's whittling
No more
Emotions
Virtual control is coded
All for one none for all
Someone's
In the dark
and that someone is you
Taken over
By social design
Edit
Uncle Sam
I'm a patriotic jitterbug
Yeah, yeah, that's what I am
I'm gettin' corns for my country, you should see the pounds fly
I'm gettin' down
Oh
Jay Sean (Jay Sean, Jay Sean)
2-0-1-2 (Nicki Minaj, Nicki Minaj)
Oh (yeah, yeah)
It's alright (let's go, let's go)
Oh, it's alright (let's
It's yo' uncle, Snoop D O Double G, banging down yo' do' with my nephew Timbo! (Yeah!)
You know how we be! I, indo, oh wee, something brand new, y'know
and successful
When you were born to be special,
Uh yeah and I went from the kid in class
Text some radio DJs so they could bring me up
To the young rapper
His driver's license said James he went by Jim
A gangster wanna be and baby that was him
He stole his uncle's 44 last Friday night
Said if I
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God
the bomb, I want the PFunk
I wants my funk uncut, heh heh!
You are in free space
And by the time you get to Venus
You should be funky! We need the funk
By
me some Airs
My uncle died, my daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, my heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky,
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