Kurupt Radio Lyrics

Radio Lyrics

Kurupt, R.O.C.  Phats Bossi (w/ RZA, Dr. Dre, Warren G)---Radio 

 

 [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 shit? 

 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, fuck 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 shit? 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? 

 

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 [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 jewels 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 cockin', 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 

 

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 *Phone rings* 

 [Radio DJ] 

 KWBALLS, who's speaking?! 

 

 [RZA] 

 Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 

 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 shit baby