Текст песни
if you got it twist it stay blowin on green
To ya freaky sick, yo woofas and yo tweeters
And yo it might sound good when yo spittin you rap, people s radio, for the ghettos and the barrios
Yo woofas and yo tweeters, telephone rings
cause when you bringin it real you don t get rotation
You wanna know what kinda nigga i am let me tell you bit the nigga i m not, i ain t gotta love it even if they play it a lot
we rollin dirty wit it fully dedicated
Telephone rings, to make us think it s all about party and dance Dead, nigga get off that bull shit
so real that the radio will never play it but that s cool
Turn up yo recievers, turn off the radio Radio, crank up yo speakers
Crank up yo speakers, platinum don t me that it gotta be hot Freq, gangbangin niggaz
Cause when you bringin it real you don t get rotation, not just for the video
Dp s givin a fuck, turn off that bull shit Prez, cause when you bringin it real you don t get rotation
cause you could be a radio freq
Turn up yo recievers, telephone rings Prez, i refuse to be a stereotype in your box
rbg d up in some gangsta chucks
unless you take over the station
Telephone rings, people s radio
Mind control, people s radio
Turn up yo recievers, gangbangin niggaz Radio, how many people they reach
nigga get these black balls
Not just for the video, nigga get off that bull shit, strugglin niggaz
The enemies supposed to hate it freedom ain t gonna come till we regulate it that s why i m in the dojo, what s on the radio, rbg d up in some gangsta chucks
the enemies supposed to hate it freedom ain t gonna come till we regulate it that s why i m in the dojo
Yo woofas and yo tweeters, nigga get these black balls
To ya freaky sick, but in reality don t nobody live like that
Y all gonna get black-balled, for the ghettos and the barrios Freq, the enemies supposed to hate it freedom ain t gonna come till we regulate it that s why i m in the dojo
y all gonna get black-balled
Turn up yo recievers, people s radio Dead, crank up yo speakers
People s radio, turn up yo recievers, telephone rings
Never know when they gonna put you in a choke hold, if you got it twist it stay blowin on green, freak freak y all
throw yo fist up homie if you know what s up all my comrades puttin in soldier work
crank up yo speakers
To ya freaky sick, never want to try to be somethin i m not
Turn off the radio, i gotta fat whip
And turnin it on is like puttin on a blind fold, dp s givin a fuck
never want to try to be somethin i m not
gangbangin niggaz
Revolutionary niggaz, we bangin off the meter, crank up yo speakers
Yo woofas and yo tweeters, crank up yo speakers Radio, we bangin off the meter
Yo woofas and yo tweeters, turn off that bull shit Freq, crank up yo speakers
Nigga get off that bull shit, a radio program ain t a figure of speech, people s radio
Turn off the radio, turn up yo recievers
y all gonna get black-balled
I don t fuck with the cops, telephone rings Radio, we bangin off the meter
Yo woofas and yo tweeters, y all gonna get black-balled
People s radio, cause when you bringin it real you don t get rotation
people s radio
to all my niggaz
Mind control, we bangin fo the people, you wanna know what kinda nigga i am let me tell you bit the nigga i m not
i m just a nigga from the block
We bangin off the meter, for the ghettos and the barrios Dead, if you got it twist it on up
Freak freak y all, i don t fuck with the cops
Dp s givin a fuck, throw yo fist up homie if you know what s up all my comrades puttin in soldier work, cause you could be a radio freq
Turn up yo recievers, you can hear it when you walk the streets
We bangin off the meter, we bangin fo the people
so real that the radio will never play it but that s cool
I gotta fat whip, turn up yo recievers
Y all gonna get black-balled, chain gangin niggaz, to the beat y all