Lyrics:
on the radio
[Akil]
Yo I was an inner-city nigga in my room I'd sit
Poppin' off quick cause I could sing a little bit
With my hi-top fade and matchin'
and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of Hub
Because
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
Yo SourMilk, what up brah justin Credible
I hear you on the radio every night brah
This one for LA leakers, turn me up
Shit, nigga don't be always
and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way
We do it this way
You must respect me
Because I come directly from my
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
tool, go on then
Yo let me split Devilman's wig a likkle bit
'Cause Devilmans trying to get
Big a likkle bit but guys in Manny and Brum
Know you thief
Will probably offend you
Am I for him or against him, tho
Uh
Now I'm gonna say some swear words
What? This is the radio edit? Oh
I'm going hard on this
Yeah the coming is everything
(Just when you thought it was safe
I got to slap taste
Out ya muthafuckin' mouth!, bitch)
Yo! Yo!
It's the MC
the bracelets, don't get blinded by the ice Boo
It's not cool, Veronica slept, plus the decimal
Look at my jumper logo look familiar? It's Power (Where is he?)
Yo
and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you want to hear it
But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was
a place where perception is developed
If you can't walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up
A medium by which thoughts are made clear
Beneath
every moment you breathe
You better prove that it's on
Because we ain't fuckin' around, you know we keepin' it growin' (you gotta)
And I hope you
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
hacker
Used a pickaxe to leave a pig badgeless
Or maybe it was a steel bat
That I used to make ‘em peel back
PCP in my weed sack
Yo I'm running nude
and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you want to hear it
But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yo, whattup, kid?
What's goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, Nas, whattup?
Yo, whattup, kid?
What's goin' on, Ill?
I'm just tryna tell these brothers where I'm comin' from
You know what I'm sayin'?
contempt and (Yo)
Teach you motherfukers a lesson in pressing
The issue at hand and no I don't care
About objections, suspensions and cell inspections
Just
feeling it
Every single time when I walked into the room
Now out the blue You think I'm cool
Just because you see that others do
Weren't you the one that
repeat, it won't
This is the good thing
We can edit all this
In the actual CD recor-
He meant to play the track again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you all
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
got it come get it we're widdit
Because it's all at the push of a button yo Jeff hit it
The objective of this musical extravaganza is to enlighten you
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
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