Lyrics:
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
was hustlin'
In front of that called the police on
Me when I was just tryin'
To make some money to feed my daughter
To all my peoples in the struggle
got money, ain't got time
Fuck it, just say this shit
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em
and Victoria they live in Central Park
The got the money from an uncle, eaten by a shark ???
It went so fast, it was his life
He takes cream and sugar in his
ain't know the president live in DC
And I ain't know they called me Nicki Lewinsky
I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C
And I ain't no I be with
ain't know the president live in DC
And I ain't know they called me Nicki Lewinsky
I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C
And I ain't no I be with
cream man in broad day
Now I'm running from the police, don't know how but I got away
Selling weed to my homies, and a girl in the building that know me
a glimpse of you
And I could live in Brigadoon
Cause you're my whisky in the bottle
I need to get me through the day
My cup of tea and my guillotine
And I
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
and feelin' alive
I'm fuckin' flawless like I live in a vault
Only type of livin' I know
See if it was you you would've killed yourself by now
It takes
seen it coming down
And you don't hear no church bells ringing
And in the violent night the police light
Sweeps across the lots and the yards
played by the PA Made by the DA
And it’s in the game just like EA
You’ve gotta have fun when your in the pen
With the game over
Ain’t no motherfucker
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
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
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
smoke, the gentle heat
Of simple talk and tea
The cottage lights that lure you in
From rainy western skies
And by the friendly glow within
Of simple talk
celebrate because we live in life
We live it
Whether you want to hold us good or bad
Just enjoy yourself tonight
And just remember
Sweet life
Bubble tea by
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
In the burning sun by a mountain stream
On the tip of a stem is a leaf so green
In China, India and Ceylon
Grows a shrub that's loved by everyone
Before my second year of college, you were barely seventeen.
I was haulin' hay for your Daddy, an' you brought me a glass of tea.
To a farm boy
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
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