Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South! Dub C, my niir, yeah Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) chases
his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady And all I hear is pop tunes come on the Radio And they play
got a brother named Franky and Franky ain't no good Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down I get a call over the radio Franky
I'm riding down kingsley Figuring I'll get a drink Turn the radio up loud So I don't have to think I take her to the floor Looking for a moment when the
Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my Daddy's garage Driving all night, chasing
his tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio
's how I like it, that's right, listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio It's like that y'all Staten Island, New York (The chased and get hazed) New York
a slave to the rhythm, victims I'm like alien About to put that shit up in 'em I can't live without my radio A 100 miles and runnin' T2 Judgment comin
irritate my earholes Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes The same old thing same ol' shit I'm tired Was once on the payroll about to be fired Black radio
here, high up in the lear Shots of patron, purple in the air yeaaa I never wanna go back You dont tell the radio listen to the throwback, for a fact Always chasing
them bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio
and black We spazzed on purpose, fuck tryin' to sit in a cat' I erase drama and talk, memories in my rap It's kinda hard to rap on radio while I sit
chase or invade my space We turn up the bass, you tremble in the place Phones ain't traced and flows we don't waste Hoes we don't chase or kiss, they
painted balls, mutha fucka Come get these juggalo painted balls, bitch You ain't never chased us out of no club, bitch Only club you ever chased anybody
these painted balls, muthafucka Come get these Juggalo painted balls, bitch You ain't never chased us out of no club, bitch The only club you ever chased
flunk me in junior high I told him to take his pants off, hooked him up, he let me slide I pinched his ass, he winked at me He chased me around the desk
we done made you So you can blaze too It's the pimp that laid you I know you see me in the video's And the radio recognition like a center fold Analyze