I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You
's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
(aye what it do) [x3] When you see me in the club say "I love you". [Chorus:] 143 I'll make you yell it when we sexin 143 is what you send me when we
gonna read about it Put it on the radio and TV outlet Do you wanna see your picture in that paper? You know them haters... You hear that 808 The drum
on TV There's a bailout coming but it's not for me I'm a big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on
'll sever from the neck See, ain't nuttin' changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you
' in your cup The worse come to worse keep this on the hush I know you seen me on the video I know you heard me on the radio But you still don't pay
She's sound like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio Sex on the radio She's sound like sex on the radio She put sex on the radio Sex on the radio
you Now you old and you gettin' shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
'll be alright But you, you're screwed. So when you feel down cause you're still living in your hometown You will look at me on your TV and wonder who
you I know that you can always see me I saw you staring through my TV last night I'll leave the door open all night If you decide you want to stop on
get no satisfaction 'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I can't get no, I can't get no When I'm drivin' in my car And the man comes on the radio
ho, we got nowhere to go And it, it may sound funny, but it's true Hangin' out in 100 B, watching Get Smart on TV Thinkin' about you and me and you and
Ain't my reality to me Vin Scelsa's on the radio Ramones are hangin' out in Kokomo Roger Corman's on a talk show With Allan Arkush and Stephen King You
guessin' that You're probably not too bright So read me back my order Let's make sure you got it right" She says, "One, you want a chicken sandwich Two, you
You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit' me is not so need nine mo' Now the Internet, radio, prison even the TV
cuz you so worth it You said you left him cuz he made you feel worthless And you were scared cuz I made you so nervous Well lets play it like you never