Phats Bossi - Radio lyrics

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Phats Bossi - Radio lyrics

[Radio DJ] Hey DJ (I'm your radio) It's a brand new day Whatchu say baby? You wanna get down? You gotta get up And I'm your wake-up man The Gargamill is in your ear Rappin' in your ear On WBALL (Balls) It's not on your radios Your radio is not really on If it's too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on) [Phats Bossi] Who's the misfit stompin' through your district? Who's the man coming fully equipt? Who's the sh**? Who be the head-honcho? Hit 'em low like Roberto Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser Ain't nobody bustin' liver, f** the pod-piper, ex-sniper Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker What's next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks You likin' this sh**? You ain't seen nothing yet The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues Politicin' with the Presidents and VPs See me on TV sippin' keyed weed or on your local sippin' DP Regime be the team of the scream Balls lean, hit the scene and I'm way too clean On your radio, yo, yo 1- I'm your radio (Turn me on) We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump I'm your radio (Turn me on) State to state, we jumpin' through your soundwaves I'm your radio (Turn me on) I'm on your radio, stay gettin' crazy dough I'm your radio (Turn me on) That's cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate [Kurupt] Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don't play no games Feelin' Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_ I'm your radio baby in stereo baby G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies Listenin' to Gotti at five I'ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls Young balls hog; a millon words a minute A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_ Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump And we gon' hit them in they head when we touch 'em up If these fools wanna trip, we gon' light 'em up Cuz we just don't give a mother-switch up Or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at Catch me in a Cut', in a 'Lac with a dub sack What up ROC? Repeat 1 [R.O.C.] I got next (Why you?) cuz I'll be next The name ain't debate when they conversate the best Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya) I tuck haters in for life; so when you're bumpin' to the Man upstairs Then tell him something (What?) I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer No j**els and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains Won't ever change a thing or the slang I bring I'm from the basement, bottom, the "Who shot 'em?" Partna, what's poppin', rock co*kin', double Glock And who's droppin'? Hip-hoppin' non-stoppin' on your radio Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah) My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh) I suggest you adjust your vest position Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin' And got Tha Pound barkin' G talkin', get your walk on I'm on your radio Repeat 1 *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's speaking?! [RZA] Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106 But everyone know me as the RZA "I'm Your Radio" I get calls from Jamaica that say that's bangin' Let me hear that heater go! [Radio DJ] Thank you! *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] This is KWBALLS, who's this?! [Dr. Dre] Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, "I'm Your Radio" I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big thangs boy Keep it bangin'! [Radio DJ] Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin' something *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] KWBALLS, who's this?! [Warren G] Yo, what's up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song By Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it's off the hook baby. Keep banging it [Radio DJ] WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS What more can we have here folks?! Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz It's going down *Phone rings* [Radio DJ] Hot-line, who is this?! [Queen B] What's up?! This Queen B representin' all the rats and OGs And "I'm Your Radio". Keep banging that sh** baby

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