| DJ: K-R &B, K-R &B, all R&B all the time
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| hey ahh, these phone lines, the line up out here
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| let me take a call, we gotta brother from Compton
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| ahh, he is on line one, let’s take the line one right now
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| brother are you on the phone?
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: yeah, I’m on the phone nigga
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| DJ: Hey brother, watch the language ahh also here in the
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| K-R&B don’t you talk with that type of language
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: man I can say what the fuck I want to, this is my Dime
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| DJ: oooh ooh, okey brother what’s on your mind?
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: man I don’t like the shit you puttin’down Rap Music
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| ain’t no good, it’s degradin'…
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| DJ: wait a minute brother, wait a minute
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| I like Rap Music but I like soft Rap Music
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: how the fuck you don’t play Rap Music
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| dead on your punk ass Radio Station, nigga
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| DJ: Well brother, brother I play Rap Music
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| but I only play Smoooth Rap Music, you understand what I’m sayin'
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| Bigg Rocc: nigga what kind of niggas you, you Harvard ass nigga
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| I didn’t know they gave out Radio degrees in Harvard nigga
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| DJ: Brother did you say, I mean if you had a degree brother
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| you probably wouldn’t be talking with me that way you talkin’to me right now
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: man I’m talked the way I’m fuckin’wanna talk
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| DJ: here in K-R&B, can we go to Commercial?
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| Caller 1 Bigg Rocc: man fuck you, fuck K-R&B
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| and fuck the hoes y’all roll in the.
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| Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio, Radio
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| Radio, Radio, Radio.
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| man turn from that shit
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| that bullshit station they need to quit
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| put me to sleep with your hoe play this
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| if I don’t give you a free show, you won’t play this
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| if I don’t come through and do drop, you won’t play this
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| I hate to say it, these mothafuckin’program is nigga they hate us and these mothafuckin’DJ’s think they platinum
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| cause these little stupid young bitches is tryin’to get them
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| fuck Radio, and fuck all these whack niggas on the Radio
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| I’m keepin’it gutter, lights my blunt and fuck your mother
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| I’m the Villain, it ain’t no other, nigga
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| With da-da-da-day, with da-da-da-day
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| listen to these guy niggas is tryin’to gang bang
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| listen to these white boys thought they talk slang
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| and they say that we’re threats, lock us up in thangs nigga…
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| here’s a song for the Radio «Radio»
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| gangster shit is signed by John Doe «Radio»
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| All in your mothafuckin’stereo «Radio»
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| niggas kickin’that gangster ass Info'"Radio"
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| Uhh, here’s a song for the Radio
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| John Doe comin’in your stereo
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| gangster shit, street theme music
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| ha, we make nigga and bitches they bounce through with it we gives the fuck if the next man Rap
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| don’t bring that soft shit in here, you’ll get slapped
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| we only play, that Hardcore shit
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| uncut, that makes bitches wanna fuck
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| no R&B shit, beggin’for pussy like the Hound
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| you’re the type of nigga Bay bitch cookies
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| you’re young rookie, sucker for love
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| hit a few clubs now you think you’re thug
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| you’re Radio act at the program Station
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| no cheques, no heavy, probation
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| bitch nigga get in line and start waitin'
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| or do like us, and duck take the whole station…
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| fuck the Radio nigga, fuck the Radio
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| Too much bullshit get played on the Radio
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| 50/80, miss it, hearly
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| we used to hear mothafuckin’real niggas yearly
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| but to day, the shit is wanted down
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| niggas be with fools and clowns, thinkin’they down
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| we made shit Radio can’t touch
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| this for the niggas in the streets and such…
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| my lyrics be leathal Daddy Lover
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| makes you tell your mother that’s a cold mothafucker
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| not an undercover brother, by the dick too big
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| this Radio Station not for kids
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| it’s for the hardheads, mothafuckin’riders
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| East to the West, to the North, South Siders
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| for all you hoodrats is good to go give the nigga a call on John Doe Radio… |