Will I ever get to see you? Will I ever get to have my way? I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place So I'm taking the high road I'm calling all of
I've always been a nice guy But now I'm out for blood I've got a one track mind I'm dangerous I won't return your phone calls And I won't hold your hand
I always said that you were perfect Why am I always wrong? I thought that we were onto something We started out so strong Who knew you were a waste of
I've lost control I sold my soul and I can't get it back I broke the mirror cause I didn't see me Why do I feel like shit all week? I'm always tired
I slept on your side today And since then I haven't felt the same Why am I blaming myself for what's happened to us? I gave you everything You took off
along. I gotta try get you off mind but it never works every other time, I heard canon ball it brings me back to you on my stereo. Let cross some '
So La Ti Do i get the money money, i get dough EQ the equalizer for the stereo Na Na NaNa Na Na NaNa We the blast masters, the radiation International
Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pump it (louder) [4x] Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (
better Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo
and I should get away for a while I just want to be alone with your smile Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car We'll blast the stereo
even Tommy's coming down tonight If Gina says it's all right I'm gonna see those senoritas Lying under the sun They're greasing it up With their stereos
I be..... ...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud Hah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah {8X} {Verse} Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow eenie....meenie miney mo Throw that type of nigga right out my window Blast
that never end. ?Heyyyyy, that?s the way we like it? Good times, sunshine and summertime. You?ll see straw sombreros and t-top camero?s Stereo?s blasting
than welding gloves I walk amongst the gods, keep my head in the clouds Oh we show groupie love, getting head in the crowds Put it in girls mouth blast
hits, you should've kept them for yourself Nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre Make a move I'm blasting
him half of that He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack And i'mma gives you 3500 cash for that Gotta keep your mouth closed or i'mma blast the Mack
