Faggot-ass nigga livin in a gated community Up in radio, tellin them what you gon' do to me I live in the 'burbs - clean my Winchester every other weekend
livin' in a gated community Up at radio tellin' them what you're going to do to me I live in the 'burbs Clean my Winchester every other weekend with
This is Radio Clash Stealing all transmission Beaming from the mountaintop Aural ammunition A riggy diggy dig dang dang This is Radio Clash Stealing
I'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa! The seatbelt don't work just tie it round your waist If you crash through the window just cover your face The radio
who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. They have their order and those who impose it. We only have ourselves and each other. It is easy
when I'm speakin it Peepin it cos y'all be keepin it, look how I'm freakin it I got'cha tinglin, tinglin and minglin Border way to go, the radio they
the back for drinks at the bar You know you ghetto when think your number one with the flow And you shoutin out yourself on the radio You know you ghetto
t buss you in your mouf You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio You know you ghetto
homeboy you in the danger zone [x8] [Verse 1:] Keith Murray is this mic phychosis I break your best rappers off thousands of pieces I'm on some other
thoughts unravel like ancient carpets beneath the feet of pharoahs Arrows pierce the narrow minded These devils tryna keep our fam divided But we still stick together while these other
on a radio edit, or nasty soda I'm colder in the heart when the camel back breaks No one seen the true beast, release him and danger follows Like sequels
rocks for hip-hop Not R&B because to me that's not my style and the R-double-O-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul the ones that's hip won't change
fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop Turn up the radio
they don't give a (what), they got a budget for you Other can't sleep, don't weep, I bust like danger No hills too steep, I just go faster You want to
fool! They say you can't rap and they questioning our intellect Friendly ass niggaz jumpin bad on the internet Ain't nobody typing that much, can't be a danger
' yourself Crime rules the streets,who the hell else All the police have gone out to play Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way Just
fuck? Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that Will you like to make love? I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop Turn up the radio