LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text size2 Hard 4 The Radio
YeahAyy, ayy, ayyAyy, woah, yeah, ayyDun, dun, dunAlright, lookListen up, it's about to be smokeAin't nothin' but some shit I wroteAbout a rich ass nigga that's deep in the gameThey call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keepin' the nameI sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to useTo talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you foolsGot an Oakland show tonight, babyMy young boys from The Yoc goin' crazyI'm on a bridge with a tank of unleadedI pull up early to that bitchThat bitch was yankin' already, I said yankIn the city and I really got rankYou see the backpack to the front, you gettin' spankedI really blow M's for the fun of itNew owl, blue diamonds on the front of itShout my lil' cousin, Mr. Havin' None Of ItTryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back runnin' shitWoah, woah, livin' large, yeahAnd I put that on Cee, this ain't the boulevardWhеn I lost big Mighty, I took it hardNeed to call up a Stark for some Chrome HeartsIf you my nеw girl, girl, you gotta look the partAyy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he goYeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it goNow I'm too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radioYeah, too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radioWah, wah, wah, hey, heyWhat, yeah, whatI'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ayyI'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayyI'ma show you whatAyy, first off, I make real time smacksBoy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the macBack when they was askin' 'bout where Davidson was atNow everybody got a blue thirty on they backMustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slapsYou ain't had one since me and YG rappedFacts, nine-hundred million for the tracksRack City, bitch, we remember thatYeah, you should try and get back to thatThis new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'Hit a nigga doin' lapsStrippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bendAyy, tell her come and give the boy a lap danceDamn, y'all was really island hoppin' back thenHuh, now y'all names got redactedYeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what?Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10Yeah, I'm fuckin' power couples up, yeahActin' like you love marryin' your wife, ayyYou boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayyWop, wait, hey, shay, heyWoah, woah, livin' large, yeahAnd I put that on Cee, this ain't the boulevardWhen I lost big Mighty, I took it hardNeed to call up a Stark for some Chrome HeartsIf you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the partAyy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he goYeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it goNow I'm too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radioYeah, too hard for the fuckin' radioToo hard for the fuckin' radioWop, wait, hey, shay
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