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I Can't Live Without My Radio
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LL COOL J
LL COOL J
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Songwriter
James Todd Smith
James Todd Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer
Steve Ett
Steve Ett
Recording Engineer
Herb Powers
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My radio, believe me, I like it loud I'm the man with the box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry, if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorizin' my neighbors with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster, and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind 'Cause I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons, but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know, I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not 'Cause I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac 'Cause I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes My stereo's thumpin' like a savage beast The level on my power meter will not decrease Suckas get mad 'cause the girlies scream And I'm still gettin' paid while you look at me mean I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go And I know I can't live without my radio Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset Might go into a fit and rip off your neck 'Cause the radio's thumpin' when I'm down to play I'm the royal chief rocker LL Cool J Let your big butt bounce, from right to left 'Cause it's a actual fact this jam is def Most definitely, created by me Goin' down, in radio history I'm good to go, on your radio And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so Make the woofers wallop, and your tweeters twitch Some jealous knuckleheads might try to diss But it's nuthin', ya frontin', ya girl am stuntin' And my radio's loud enough to keep you gruntin' My name is Cool J, I'm from the rock Circulating through your radio non-stop I'm lookin' at the wires behind the cassette And now I'm on the right, standing on the eject Wearin' light blue Pumas, a whole lot of gold And jams like these keep me in control I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go And I know I can't live without my radio Your energy level starts to increase As my big beat is slowly released I'm on the radio, and at the jam LL Cool J is who I am I'mma make ya dance, boogie down and rock And you'll scratch and shake to my musical plot And to expand, my musical plan Cut creator, rock the beat with your hands That's right, so don't try to front the move As you become motivated by the funky groove You can see me and Earl chillin' on the block With my box cold kickin' with the gangsta rock See people can't stop me, neither can the police I'm a musical maniac, to say the least For you and your radio I made this for Cool J's here to devastate once more Pullin' all the girls, takin' out emcees If ya try to disrespect me, I just say please Here to command the hip-hop land Kick it live with a box inside my hand I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Farmers boulevard Yeah, you know that's where me and E hang out Cool out, you know what I'm sayin'? That's where the crib's at
Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Rick Rubin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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