Lyrics:
hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
'Cause I don't have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side
Right here
Radio Killer!
Welcome to Radio Killer Records
Everybody's dating,
Until they learn to love you baby
She a fast life liver with a ass like
rock
I got a buzz like a shot of Palmer Sun
And the women fall in love as
They fall in my crotch
Now understand that I’m all that you’ve got
Give me
Dior from head to foot
The world is yours if you'll be my toots
Oh I know what your problem is
Look those other chicks are just good friends
I'll give up
I don't know I don't have conscience
I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting
No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large, a big house five cars the rent charged
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your
She never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City
The cold comes though every crack she puts her hand up to
The radiator's broken,
on the receiving end
Never growing up like Mr pan
Bumpin old school like the shows on TV Land
I’m warmin up but I don’t need a fan
You ain't down with Rasta? My gosh
sofa up the stairs all by himself
So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?"
And Marty, he just rolls his eyes and goes
"No,
jeans now
If u touch that skateboard again
You will be shot.
Verse 1
I lost my patience listening to radio stations
Program directors destroying
Boom sound effect
Then making some edits that make it sound authentic
Mix it up, pour it slow, that's what you should know
To know how to make the beats
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The FCC says "Profanity - No Airplay"?
They can suck my dick while I take a shit all day
harder than a lot of you niggas?
Would trade all of y'all for Nip, I can't be proud of you niggas
God, give me life, dear God, please give me peace
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
know
I cannot cry, my eyes melted dry now
So sly now
Stepping on your, dreams
Blinding by the, beams
Vacant from a peace of mind
Never signed, never
I'm the original B-I-Z
The Emeza-Emeza-Emeza-Emeza-A-Rrah-K-I-E
Everywhere I go, I always G
I'm thinkin somethin that you never could see
Doin
another girl.
Got keys to my heart, you own my love.
I'll never, ever, ever, ever give you up.
And I can understand why you hate it when I'm gone.
Cause
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
I got the new 'Face tape I'm about to, pop in the deck for you niggas
Turn up your radios
You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die
or tomato
Tahoe to Colorado
Toronto to the Bayou
Might see us flying by you
Might see us pulling up
Might see us hopping out
Perhaps we pouring up or even
school, huh?"
"Uh huh"
"Is he picking you up after school today?"
"Unh uh!"
"Well, where'd ya meet him?"
I met him at the candy store
He turned
hurts
Love my fam never give them up
Music ish never get enough
Wanna stuff my trunk with a mic booth
Go to LA and then move on up
But it's hard for
sellin' radios and toasters by the trunkful
See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead
Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from
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