Will I ever get to see you? Will I ever get to have my way? I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place So I'm taking the high road I'm calling all of
I've always been a nice guy But now I'm out for blood I've got a one track mind I'm dangerous I won't return your phone calls And I won't hold your hand
I always said that you were perfect Why am I always wrong? I thought that we were onto something We started out so strong Who knew you were a waste of
I've lost control I sold my soul and I can't get it back I broke the mirror cause I didn't see me Why do I feel like shit all week? I'm always tired
I slept on your side today And since then I haven't felt the same Why am I blaming myself for what's happened to us? I gave you everything You took off
better Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it Ha Ha Haaaaa Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Pump it (Louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo
La Ti Do i get the money money, i get dough EQ the equalizer for the stereo Na Na NaNa Na Na NaNa We the blast masters, the radiation International
: Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pump it (louder) [4x] Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious
and I should get away for a while I just want to be alone with your smile Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car We'll blast the stereo
sto dentro se il beat fa tremare le finestre fuoco all'impianto d'inverno con le tempeste d'estate inferno alla playa riddim dal blaster Jimi nuovo millennio
throw ya hands up high And just keep on bouncin' while I take you on a ride [Chorus: R. Kelly] It's like your body's on radio I'm feelin' you in stereo
: Ha ha ha Pump it Ha ha ha And pump it (louder) [4x] Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (who
if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footin around don't be gettin y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggaz die By gettin blasted
with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In ya, stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck
two days When phase one complete it's fifty states to invade Catch a flight to A-T-L, link up with Rico Wade OutKast, Goodie Mob, bangin out the stereo
, my Boca surprise Bought you never get, with bass and check To make your body swag, i've got the ram As the lyrical master, banging straight out of your Stereo blaster
s a miracle 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical That's why I keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo Come to your
