95 Radios (feat. Has-Lo)

Okay, it's quiet now And we drove all through the neighborhood Just sittin' in a car all day Tryna find a radio And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil Pointed at the window frame Tryna find a radio All up in my grandma's basement Slidin' all the closet doors Tryna find a radio And the homies say they heard a rap song Sounded like some folks they know But we couldn't find a radio Hard to express when the world is listening Hard when you're sure that the world is not In between P.M. Dawn, and Sun Ra Wearing a suit like my school mascot The Edison owl not a head in the crowd Could match my technique and impeccable style (style) Says the young Hassan In the mirror while Tip's saying "rock-rock-on" With my guy Stefan who despite the specks Saw himself doing things he would live to regret Anyway, reciting off top the memory Burnt a little chia my laugh was Gimli (heh) Regarding the guns I coulda shot I'm more Dove might blow up but won't pop Jigsaw blocks and hop the road home Steps on the Ave where I played and roamed And we drove all through the neighborhood Just sittin' in a car all day Tryna find a radio And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil Pointed at the window frame Tryna find a radio All up in my grandma's basement Slidin' all the closet doors Tryna find a radio And the homies say they heard a rap song Sounded like some folks they know But we couldn't find a radio The old me would drink a 40 And eat bologna, shinobi On NBA Live, I play with Kobe The OGs, I miss my old hood Miss my homies, is lonely The radio host is like they know me The ocean with the seashell is how we floatin' Was hopin' to hear the airwaves, I think it's broken I can still play it if the tape resurfaces Kept the old Boombox for just these purposes Heard a day show had mine on there recently People had a hard time finding the frequency Piece of me show feels personal Circled on all sides by used car commercials It's worth it though, whole block listenin' 'Cept the kids, they so not interested Implement new COINTELPRO's Hooks, fit loops, copyrighted by Velcro Whole sound changed, don't nobody want to sell those Call the intercom yab this is my bellcote And we drove all through the neighborhood Just sittin' in a car all day Tryna find a radio And we wrapped both hands in tinfoil Pointed at the window frame Tryna find a radio All up in my grandma's basement Slidin' all the closet doors Tryna find a radio And the homies say they heard a rap song Sounded like some folks they know But we couldn't find a radio