Radio lyrics

[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I`m your radio)
It`s a brand new day
Whatchu say baby?
You wanna get down?
You gotta get up
And I`m your wake-up man
The Gargamill is in your ear
Rappin` in your ear
On WBALL (Balls)
It`s not on your radios
Your radio is not really on
If it`s too hot, then stay calm (Turn me on)

[Phats Bossi]
Who`s the misfit stompin` through your district?
Who`s the man coming fully equipt? Who`s the shit?
Who be the head-honcho? Hit `em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I`m the man
The man`ll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain`t nobody bustin` liver, fuck the pod-piper, ex-sniper
Right beside ya, me and Max and a biker
What`s next? Whatchu think is next? Cash, checks
You likin` this shit? You ain`t seen nothing yet
The army get dead, several of them dressed in fatigues
Politicin` with the Presidents and VPs
See me on TV sippin` keyed weed or on your local sippin` DP
Regime be the team of the scream
Balls lean, hit the scene and I`m way too clean
On your radio, yo, yo

1- I`m your radio (Turn me on)
We make ya trunk pump everytime the beat bump
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
State to state, we jumpin` through your soundwaves
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
I`m on your radio, stay gettin` crazy dough
I`m your radio (Turn me on)
That`s cuz we bounce, rock, roll or skate

[Kurupt]
Kurupt, Young Gotti, I don`t play no games
Feelin` Beyonce about to make her _Say My Name_
I`m your radio baby in stereo baby
G-dubulous fast Gotti to drive you crazy
Impossible baby, impossible lives, the hospital lies
Listenin` to Gotti at five
I`ma underdog dog, young balls dog, under balls balls
Young balls hog; a millon words a minute
A billon balls to bust, a trillon and a half just to _Ride Wit Us_
Yo, G Dub, let the little homies bump
And we gon` hit them in they head when we touch `em up
If these fools wanna trip, we gon` light `em up
Cuz we just don`t give a mother-switch up
or your bubble contact, touch me where I love to be touched at
Catch me in a Cut`, in a `Lac with a dub sack
What up ROC?

Repeat 1

[R.O.C.]
I got next (Why you?) cuz I`ll be next
The name ain`t debate when they conversate the best
Whoever slept (Well) eternally rest and good night (See ya)
I tuck haters in for life; so when you`re bumpin` to the Man upstairs
Then tell him something (What?)
I cloned his persona specifically as a rhymer
No jewels and diamonds (Uh huh) rings and chains
Won`t ever change a thing or the slang I bring
I`m from the basement, bottom, the `Who shot `em?`
Partna, what`s poppin`, rock cockin`, double glock
And who`s droppin`? Hip-hoppin` non-stoppin` on your radio
Nine blow your mind rotten cuz the rhyme style gangsta (Yeaah)
My requosition is flexxing the index (Uh)
I suggest you adjust your vest position
Bet your lights darken when the pipes sparkin`
And got Tha Pound barkin` G talkin`, get your walk on
I`m on your radio

Repeat 1

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who`s speaking?!

[RZA]
Yo, this Dame Young, this the program director at Power 106
But everyone know me as the RZA `I`m Your Radio`
I get calls from Jamaica that say that`s bangin`
Let me hear that heater go!

[Radio DJ]
Thank you!

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
This is KWBALLS, who`s this?!

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah, yeah, what up? This Dr. Dre. That new cut, `I`m Your Radio`
I`m bumpin` it right now. Warren G- You`re doing big thangs boy
Keep it bangin`!

[Radio DJ]
Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing it again, startin` something

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
KWBALLS, who`s this?!

[Warren G]
Yo, what`s up?! This Warren G and I was just calling in to say that new song
by Phats, Kurupt, the R.O.C.- it`s off the hook baby. Keep banging it

[Radio DJ]
WBALLS, WBALLS, WBALLS
What more can we have here folks?!
Ladies and gentlemen, pimps and hustlaz
It`s going down

*Phone rings*
[Radio DJ]
Hot-line, who is this?!

[Queen B]
What`s up?! This Queen B representin` all the rats and OGs
And `I`m Your Radio`. Keep banging that shit baby