Pusher of the button

Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nuttin'

The mack of the format gettin' fat

Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood

Is flowin' money

Thank God 4 the boulevard

They keep the motor runnin'

The rap shows coincide wit' the tape flow

Bootleggers go inside and record the record low

They get me get this now can you freestyle

Freestyle no styles free except da radio

But the radio controlled by the sucker move

Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway

An now he wanna play what he wanna play

An got say on what is bumpin' of course he's gettin' somethin'

Never know what's good to tha neighborhood

Swear I never seen da sucker

In my necka da woods

The ass is connected to the brain stem

So I sing a simple song

So you can see the sucker in 'em

People got to make a call

To hear the yes y'all (yes y'all)

While the phone keep ringin'

You hear some singer singin'

Why don't dey play the jammy in the daytime

People think it's slammin' plus the rhyme

Is hot an got me tunin'

The afternoon is FM in the PM

Oh if that they could see 'im

Out-of-towner not down I think they'll dis him

Up goes the season, pop goes the weasel

Damn gimme rap no band I want some x-clan

I know dey even got it from the giddy

Stacked in the back

Only black radio station in the city

Programmed by a sucker in a suit

Slick back hair he don't even live here

Raps the number one pick so I draft it

I don't care about all the other demographics

When the quiet storm come on I fall sleep

What dey need is Arbitron