Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Live Without My Radio, artist - LL COOL J. Album song All World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
I Can't Live Without My Radio |
My radio, believe me, I like it loud |
I’m the man with the box that can rock the crowd |
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat |
While my JVC vibrates the concrete |
I’m sorry if you can’t understand |
But I need a radio inside my hand |
Don’t mean to offend other citizens |
But I kick my volume way past 10 |
My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough |
But I still sport gold, and I’m out to crush |
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show |
But I couldn’t survive without my radio |
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass |
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face |
My radio’s bad from the Boulevard |
I’m a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd |
Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme |
Get fresh batteries if it won’t rewind |
Cos I play everyday, even on the subway |
I woulda got a summons but I ran away |
I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
But I know I can’t live without my radio |
Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block |
I really don’t care if you’re jealous or not |
Cos I make the songs, you sing along |
And your radio’s def when my record’s on |
So get off the wall, become involved |
All your radio problems have now been solved |
My treacherous beats make ya ears respond |
And my radio’s loud like a fire alarm |
The floor vibrates, the walls cave in |
The bass makes my eardrums seem thin |
Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back |
You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac |
Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed |
And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
My stereo’s thumpin' like a savage beast |
The level on my power meter will not decrease |
Suckas get mad, cos the girlies scream |
And I’m still gettin' paid while you look at me mean |
I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
But I know I can’t live without my radio |
I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
And I know I can’t live without my radio |
Don’t touch that dial, I’ll be upset |
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck |
Cos the radio’s thumpin' when I’m down to play |
I’m the royal chief rocker LL Cool J |
Let your big butt bounce from right to left |
Cos it’s a actual fact this jam is def |
Most definitely created by me |
Goin' down in radio history |
I’m good to go on your radio |
And I’m cold gettin' paid cos Rick said so |
Make the woofers wallop and your tweeters twitch |
Some jealous knuckleheads might try to dis |
But it’s nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl I am stuntin' |
And my radio’s loud enough to keep you gruntin' |
My name is Cool J, I’m from the rock |
Circulating through your radio non-stop |
I’m lookin' at the wires behind the cassette |
And now I’m on the right, standing on the eject |
Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lotta gold |
And jams like these keep me in control |
I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
And I know I can’t live without my radio |
Your energy level starts to increase |
As my big beat is slowly released |
I’m on the radio and at the jam |
LL Cool J is who I am |
I’mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock |
And you’ll scratch and shake to my musical plot |
And to expand my musical plan |
Cut Creator, rock the beat with your hands |
That’s right, so don’t try to front the move |
As you become motivated by the funky groove |
You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block |
With my box cold kickin' with the gangster rock |
See people can’t stop me, neither can the police |
I’m a musical maniac to say the least |
For you and your radio I made this for |
Cool J’s here to devastate once more |
Pullin' all the girls, takin' out MCs |
If ya try to disrespect me, I just say Please! |
Here to command the hip-hop land |
Kick it live with a box inside my hand |
I’m the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go |
But I know I can’t live without my radio |
Farmers Boulevard, yeah, you know that’s where me and E hang out, cool out, |
you know what I’m sayin'? |
That’s where the crib’s at |