Lyrics:

Ghetto blaster Lyrics Aceyalone

Got everybody flippin on the scene
they looking at me crazy like wtf you mean
I tried to tell em I aint trippin but for music I'm a fiend
I can't live without my boombox my Radio Raheem
I thought that they was suppose to warn you
Papa got a brand new
you talking like a hater I do not understand you
the money and the power that's something I ran through
they told me take a little bit well shit I took a handful
You said you wanna rock well cmon baby show me sumn
beating up the block like that MF owe me sumn
I aint even had a clear head in fifty weeks
I'm feeling like a maniac I'm rollin through the streets
I wish I had myself a night nurse with the high heels
and three fifty seven so she's really dressed to kill
put me on the shotgun put her on the wheel
if we aint gettin what we want then everybody gettin killed for real

Got everybody flippin on the scene
they looking at me strange like how the fuck you seem
I tried to tell em I aint trippin but for music I'm a fiend
I can't live without my boombox my Radio Raheem
I thought that they was suppose to warn you
Papa got a brand new
you talking like a hater I do not understand you
the the world on my shoulder that's something I can do
and this is dedicated to that faded nigga and you
I put that on the one the two and three will follow that
you talkin to G hell yea nigga holla back
I aint even had a clear head in fifty weeks
I'm feeling like a maniac I'm rollin through the streets
I wish I had myself a night nurse with the high heels
and three fifty seven so she's really dressed to kill
put me on the shotgun put her on the wheel
if we aint gettin what we want then everybody gettin killed for real