Shiza Radio

I wrote a song, a shiza song On radio, I wanna go I want it all, around the world Cada stereo for my bongo I made a song, a shiza song, on radio, I wanna go I wanna sing, mi crappy swing on shiza tunes of idiots (hey!) Radio I want the TV, I wanna rock I want the girls who want the singa suck A private party, so I can shine I want Fergie to sing into my mic Tokyo city, Angola, Cuba, Dolce cabanna Bigga New York City, Barcelona, Miami China, Inglaterra, Vatican o Panama From Gaza, Gaya to Neptune, play my funky tune I made a song, a shiza song, on radio, I wanna go I wanna sing, mi crappy swing on shiza tunes of idiots I wanna please stunning MCs Numero uno, I wanna go Hit the radio with my bongo Gimme joba-jobi-blow you funckin' loser operator There's papa! Suprise him, don't lure her out! She went to the moon She went the mountain Make the sound It shiver the ground See, you gotta know my- We're not gonna eat ay! For the show! For that show! Show! Tell me something I don't know So give me, give me some Tell me something I don't know So give me, give me some The radio! So give me, give me some The radio! So give me, give me some I made a song, a shiza song, on radio, I wanna go I wanna sing, mi crappy swing on shiza tunes of idiots I wanna please stunning MCs Numero uno, I wanna go Hit the radio with my bongo Gimme joba-jobi-blow you funckin' loser operator The radio! Let's go The radio Let's go The radio The radio