've got no role model No footsteps I can follow I'm making my own way My own way So I'm turning off the tv and I smashed my radio 'Cause I realize my
just one more sip of that Worry B Gone I'm planning on feelin' much better before too long Got a world of trouble that I need to forget I'm on my way
[2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut
Well you can dance on tv with your diamonds on Sing in tune for a world that is going for a song Get the steps all right but the words go wrong And you
As if for guidance There's something wrong here I can't but my finger on Same thing, same way Everyday stupefaction, oh yeah Drive out on sunset But
'all ready for this? Yo On my way from the studio, drivin' on my way home Happy 'cause I'm gonna see my girl tonight Somethin' messin' with my radio
Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed I got this feeling like a trains running through my head, yeah Turned on my radio to the same old song Some
niggas on the northside Show me love Show a nigga some love nigga Way over there on the eastside Show me love And all my niggas on the westside [Mr. Serv-On
the universal casting call for all the line between the real and the wrong all gone.. now we got some trouble goin on.. here we go.. knocked on my clock radio
Riot on the radio, pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can, shootout on the silver screen Stickin' 'em up and knocking them down, living out
Riot on the Radio Pictures on the TV Invader man take what he can Shoot out on the silver screen Stickin' 'em up knockin' 'em down Livin' out a fantasy
smiling The radio bleeds that happy sound The music nullifies her fears With words to that effect She s happy now, she thinks That really nothing could go wrong
conquer it Boy, you know I was thinkin' negative What can go wrong, will go wrong until the beast in me vanishes When I was merely a sophomore, went to Atlanta on
is loved and valued... what? ...by the majority. What? What? Conclusion Look people, you heard it on the radio I get... You seen it on the TV show Uh
t have it anymore He got the gospel on the radio And the gospel on tv He got all of the transcripts Back to 1963 Back to 1963 He said I sold my blood
spit shine your black luck now, baby. you turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk. everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top.
my way Long nights, long days, hard work, no pay Studyin my crafts Stepdad actin gay (Bitch) Punk nigga, dumb nigga, bet he mad now (Bitch) See me on TV