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dedric - drive-by radio lyrics

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[intro: dedric, ganxsta love & leekk]
gyeah motherf-cka..
gyeaaah
w-ssup?
we still in that sh-t, n-gga
hahah
yeah, hahah
(radio sounds)
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle

[verse 1: ganxsta love]
now let me bust this beat obviously made by my homeboy dedric
remberin’ n-ggas to not forget me
lombow to the kromo chromo
one who could make that sh-t, but i make sh-t solo
on tha motherf-ckin 4′ f-ckin’ around and bustin’
then i relax on chrome, another round come bust

[verse 2: dedric]
bump this sh-t trough my hood smokin a twenty sack
while i stroll and i sag with a glock on my back
everyday a n-gga dies for a wrong word
i dont think twice
i ain’t got problems to pull the motherf-ckin trigga of my motherf-ckin glock
you better never let your mouth go
if you have a big mouth
you can’t be talkin about
hidden sh-t,cuz they take you out
with a glock
dont think twice
shottas to vertice
n-gga boutta rise

[hook: dedric, ganxsta love & leekk]
b-tches get crazy bout my hair (crazy bout my hair)
drop your motherf-ckin phone and throw ya hands up in the air
we givin’ ya a gangsta glare to share (gangsta glare to share)
so drop your motherf-ckin’ phone and throw your hands up in the air
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle (jungle)
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle

[verse 3: ganxsta love]
money loyalty and love, came with rejection
i gotta watch my back, n-ggas out here flexin
g-ngb-ng spit flame, n-gga what it do?
im from the land where n-ggas wear red and blue
banged out in a turf baby, what u mean i been brazy
in the yard, clutchin on to the motherf-ckin 380
nall, blood, we dont f-ck wit b-tch n-ggas
money iz the method, so im gettin it n-gga
dena to bompton, bompton to the dena
keep that sh-t active, that flame so attractive
wessyde gangstas, eastside gangsta
but still talkin bout the wessyde, diggity doggitized
we dont do fear, only real geez here
we ride 4 our side and the homies that can’t be here
blood, ah n-gga been with the bracktivites

[hook: dedric, ganxsta love & leekk]
b-tches get crazy bout my hair (crazy bout my hair)
drop your motherf-ckin phone and throw ya hands up in the air
we givin’ ya a gangsta glare to share (gangsta glare to share)
so drop your motherf-ckin’ phone and throw your hands up in the air
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle (jungle)
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle

[verse 4: leekk]
villain n-ggas shoot by the window,hit the accelerator
k!lled an enemy n-gga,that shot be another detonator
see the blood hear the shots hear the b-ss blastin
cryin over that sh-t but my n-ggas still uzi blastin
my n-gga got the huntin’ to the hustlin’
no one trustin’, outta g’s customs glocks adjustin’
on tha motherf-ckin 4′ f-ckin’ around and bustin’
then i relax on chrome, another round been load

[verse 5: dedric]
drive-by radio, be the pop,pop radio
talkin’ bout guns and pounds cuuuz they don’t want to show none
throw ya hands up in the air
tryin’ make economy playin’ domino
ridin’ and f-ckin’ around
cops say sho’ ’nuff cuz they ain’t know no (one)
solo i produced that beat, b-tches watch me dippin’ so low
they ain’t know no one that be droppin’ og old sounds and somethin’
on tha motherf-ckin 4′ f-ckin’ around and bustin’
then i relax on chrome, lotta other racks been load

[hook: dedric, ganxsta love & leekk]
b-tches get crazy bout my hair (crazy bout my hair)
drop your motherf-ckin phone and throw ya hands up in the air
we givin’ ya a gangsta glare to share (gangsta glare to share)
so drop your motherf-ckin’ phone and throw your hands up in the air
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle (jungle)
(drive-by radio)
everybody in the jungle

[outro: ganxsta love]
church!



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