Lyrics:
There's a vacant billboard sign
Out on mile forty-nine
I was sure by now somebody would've bought
Cause it's a magnet to the eyes of anybody going
anticipation of having niggas waiting
For that album, it's like cutting off your circulation
I used to say I couldn't live without my radio
But in this day
pick the best songs on the radio
And take a recording
In the morning
On the top 40
On my cassette deck
Close my eyes and remember those days
Bring me
remember
The first song that you ever bought?
Making love by the dashboard light,
With Meatloaf on repeat, 'till we got it right
Springsteen's "River"
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm
to live
We've been waiting around for so long
Just to hear some decent songs
Well this is all such an urgency
We remember those nights in radio five
I want to hear that song from Lil' John and Petey Pablo
Aight, I got that coming right up for ya
Now shout out the radio station that gave ya what
I met her the summer before, on the Fourth of July, outside the café store
She was feeding six packs into the back of an Isuzu
I drove by four times
songs, got a hit, and no they not promoted
We movin' fast in a brand new whip, the gang and myself loaded
I can't see through my mask
She got it for me,
And some hat?s on the radio singing his song
But it don?t make a damn
He?s in for a long holiday
Holiday
Now granny she?s yelling
She?s ready to eat
[ INTRO: Young Prod ]
Every since we dropped down
We noticed radio didn't want to swing with the locs
So like riders we swung with the gees
From
licking all the boy talk,
Well
I feel like that song by Bobby McFerrin
No worries 'cause everything cool
No school, no rules, just jump in the pool
I just found out there's a bunch of wack ass
No talent having, swear they
Can rap, 40-something, should've got
A job, still living with their parents
Let's go where the windmill's turning
cnd the sunset's burning up the western sky
Let's roll with the radio on
It's an old country song
We can drive,
the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school
with ya'll
Ya'll will rant and rave, to the press with my name involved
Be wrong, if I let the forty four revolve
But I'm not even built to do a bid
the 40th anniversary of Saturday with all you cool dogs. Until next time, this is DJ T RexI'll catch you flippers on the radio waves!
Choppa choppa
Got the 40 with me you playing with fire
Go and grab some rubbers
Spitting rhymes too hard for the radio
bursting out the clip like
nigga you sound like a bitch
I stay on feet 40 hr a week, I barely get sleep, some think i am sick
You follow after what another grown man doin', how bout
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
Gave you all my 20s and lived it just like the way you want
Not giving you my 30s I'm living my life the way I want
They'll try to talk you down by
We say things like y'all come back now
Gotta four by four in the front yard broke down
We keep it simple in the middle class
Busch Light buzz on,
the hit that I've heard for my whole life
Bring back request to radio,
Your favorite song was written but you'll never know
A selection for us to see
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