[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?



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[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