Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Man On The Radio, artist - One Block Radius. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Dead Man On The Radio |
| I see 'em wavin' they guns |
| They tryin' to get it every day is closer |
| They out there countin' they ones |
| I see 'em way after the sun is over |
| They keep it movin' they run, run, run |
| You got no hustle you got |
| You end up layin' in blood, blood, blood |
| We all just tryin' to get by |
| Check this check this |
| These young skins are runnin' reckless |
| And hope police don’t sweat 'em for |
| That necklace and that oversize coat |
| Rockin' a hoodie and jeans to hide the toast that they tote |
| Slingin' the faithful dope fiends dope |
| And hope they don’t overdose |
| Doin' the most like little relly on the block get in here |
| Short stoppin' these kids who don’t know who that dude is |
| «Ain't that so and so cousin?» |
| «Man, it is what it is» |
| With one shot banger’s brain is hangin' |
| From back of his wig |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Chop it up, chop it up |
| Chalk him up, chalk him up |
| Back it up, back it up |
| Hear the sounds of the block now |
| Oh the gangster po patrol’s puttin' bros on hold |
| Ice cold till they patrol half of whatever’s sold |
| Oh, no hoes stroll the blade not afraid to take |
| Dough back home to they man |
| But early day and young negroes |
| Are gettin' fed up with the way that they owe |
| So they fight back by burnin' holes |
| In undercover cop clothes |
| Those in uniform are all goin' wrong |
| So every night it be the same song |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Guns they go hard in L. A |
| This is not a playground |
| Wrong time wrong place |
| You wouldn’t make it in Los Angeles |
| Frontin' like that you get your name on the wall |
| Standin' in the corner in the middle of L. A |
| Or you come to California might |
| Not make it through the day |
| Find your partner in the water |
| Yeah, welcome to the bay |
| We on the grind in the golden state |
| Talk him up, talk him up |
| Load him up in a fire truck |
| Barefoot money took |
| Think you brave then try your luck |
| There they go, there they go |
| Permanent vacation |
| Live and die on the grind |
| Street generation |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| (Police can’t help you no) |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |
| Dead man, dead man on the radio |