means the world to me. It gets so hard for me to express the things I need to say and tell the things that mean the most to me, but I'll start with
to rap Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It's easy to see
to rap Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It's easy to see we
dit How'd you like me? now! Los chicas da la terra, toccame la cabeza Yo! I hit the hotel after the party or the lobby like a Mardi Gras got drinks, smoke
I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like
OG's was more Jigga Lu' was like, "How you like the army jacket nigga? " When he wear Versace - young nigga, get like me He was poppin Cris' in 88 when
don't know what's coming to you, so you look just straight away Stroke like a sissy and still the hell im awake? Reality, it's a motion from the radian
'm listening to the radio I'm listening to a sad girl sing Sing about how she got her heart broke You were reaching for stars I just want me something
when I'm high I'ma outlaw baby I'll be thugging 'till I die In drop-top double r Life as a rap star Hustle like a crack fiend 'Till they catch me
t no freestyle battle, all you suckers gettin' killed with your Mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me you and the clouds hopin', smokin' dope It's like
hop it's just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted no strain in your game if your game is respected come as you are radio star
power spot rotating, ever-changing transmitting like a radio wave frequently feeling what's goin' on times are weird all this static things erratic seems like
minutes the joy the pain the sunshine and rain in it the drives on the coast to nowhere nothing to say just sit and stare there's nothing like the comfort
-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I ain't callin' for a close-up, No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs, No dubs, no stars, I'
bit of everything When all the world was listening to the radio We had to close our eyes and turn the lights down low And when that song would play we stared
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