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My radio, believe me, |
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I like it loud |
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I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd |
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Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat |
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While my J |
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VC vibrates the concrete |
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I'm sorry if you can't understand |
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But I need a radio inside my hand |
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Don't mean to offend other citizens |
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But I kick my volume way past ten |
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My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough |
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But I still sport gold, and |
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I'm out to crush |
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My name is |
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Cool J, I devastate the show |
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But I couldn't survive without my radio |
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Terrorizing my neighbors with the heavy bass |
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I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face |
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My radio's bad from the boulevard |
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I'm a Hip- |
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Hop gangster and my name is |
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ToddJust stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme |
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Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind' |
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Cos I play everyday, even on the subway |
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I woulda got a summons but |
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I ran away |
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I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
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But I know |
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I can't live without my radio |
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Suckas on my jock when |
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I walk down the block |
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I really don't care if you're jealous or not' |
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Cos I make the songs, you sing along |
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And your radio's def when my record's on |
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So, get off the wall, become involved |
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All your radio problems have now been solved |
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My treacherous beats make ya ears respond |
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And my radio's loud like a fire alarm |
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The floor vibrates, the walls cave in |
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The bass makes my eardrums seem thin |
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Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back |
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You would think it was a party, not a |
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Cadillac'Cos |
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I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed |
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And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast |
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The level on my power meter will not decrease |
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Suckas get mad, 'cos the girlies scream |
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And I'm still gettin' paid while you look at me mean |
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I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
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But I know |
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I can't live without my radio |
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I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
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And I know |
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I can't live without my radio |
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Don't touch that dial, |
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I'll be upset |
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Might go into a fit and rip off your neck' |
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Cos the radio's thumpin' when |
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I'm down to play |
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I'm the royal chief rocker |
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LL Cool JLet your big butt bounce from right to left' |
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Cos it's a actual fact this jam is |
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DefMost definitely created by me |
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Goin' down in radio history |
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I'm good to go on your radio |
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And I'm cold gettin' paid, 'cos |
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Rick said so |
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Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch |
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Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis |
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But it's nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl |
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I am stuntin' |
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And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin' |
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My name is |
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Cool J, I'm from the rock |
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Circulating through your radio non-stop |
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I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette |
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And now I'm on the right, standing on the eject |
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Wearin' light blue pumas, a whole lotta gold |
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And jams like these keep me in control |
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I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
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And I know |
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I can't live without my radio |
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Your energy level starts to increase |
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As my big beat is slowly released |
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I'm on the radio and at the jam |
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LL Cool J is who |
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I amI'mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock |
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And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot |
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And to expand my musical plan |
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Cut creator, rock the beat with your hands |
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That's right, so don't try to front the move |
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As you become motivated by the funky groove |
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You can see me and earl chillin' on the block |
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With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock |
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See people can't stop me, neither can the police |
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I'm a musical maniac to say the least |
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For you and your radio |
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I made this for |
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Cool J's here to devastate once more |
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Pullin' all the girls, takin' out |
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MC'sIf ya try to disrespect me, |
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I just say please |
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Here to command the hip-hop land |
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Kick it live with a box inside my hand |
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I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
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But I know |
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I can't live without my radio |
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Farmers boulevard, yeah |
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You know that's where me and |
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E hang out, cool out |
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You know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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That's where the crib's at |
