Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Cason
Rich Cason
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rich Cason
Rich Cason
Songwriter
Darryl Cash
Darryl Cash
Songwriter
F. Mayes
F. Mayes
Songwriter
Foster Lee Mayes
Foster Lee Mayes
Songwriter
Carlton Vaughn Burrell
Carlton Vaughn Burrell
Songwriter
C Burrell
C Burrell
Songwriter

Lyrics

This program will be temporarily interrupted
Everyone, including freaks, has been contaminated by the Radio Activity Rap
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Blood, Thugs, Gangbangers
And there's thugs and pimps and dope slingers
You got to have knowledge in this world
You might get your purse snatched before your eyes swirl
You're doin' your job every day
But then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
But let me tell you everybody, that's the way it stands
You gotta have enough or gonna stay on land
Money will take your mind
You gotta be strong now and fight crime
People screamin' every day that it ain't no job
Walk the street night and day makin' daily rob
I remember the days of my way
People didn't even know what dope paid
People in this world don't know what to do
It seems like magic, also voodoo
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
Let's jam
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
I've got radio activity
I've got radio activity
I don't work out of play, all hustle and trouble
Man say a delay 'cause of jeopardy double
Who's callin' the shots, what rights have I got?
Why must I always be put on the spot?
Must I keep a low pro, so I won't be robbed?
It's hard to find a job in this day and age
Trouble on the street just can't be beat
It's hard to compete with the thugs in the heat
Thugs, Blood, Gangbangers
And there's thugs and pimps and dope slingers
You got to have knowledge in this world
You might get your purse snatched before your eyes swirl
You're doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
But let me tell you everybody, that's the way it stands
You gotta have enough money to stay on land
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We will, we will, rock you
(We will rock you, we will rock you)
We will, we will, rock you
(We will rock you)
Let's jam
Let's jam radio active
I've got radio activity
I've got radio activity
(Radio activity)
(Radio activity)
(Radio activity)
Who that tryin' to be bad?
Who that, who that, who that tryin' to be bad?
Who that, who that, who that tryin' to be bad? (Say what?)
Who that, who that, who that tryin' to be bad?
A bullet went by, I didn't know what it was
It's about blood, and it was all about thugs
He was shot in the brain by a violent street gang
Died on the corner with his girlfriend's chain
His girlfriend ran fast as she could
Tried to get help while the others stood
Just lookin' around, sayin' 'Who's on the ground?
Is there money in his pocket to be found?'
Kids smokin' sherm or sniffin' cocaine
Kickin' back waitin' for fame
Insane in the brain, what you will be
If cocaine, you're smokin', you see? (Ha)
Believe in me like a A-B-C
Don't live yo' life in no misery
Remember the days that we kept it live
With "Temptations" and "The Jackson 5"?
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
I say
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
If you can dig it, you can get it, you can get on down
(I say)
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
I say
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
If you can dig it, you can get it, you can get on down
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
I say
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
If you can dig it, you can get it, you can get on down
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
I say
Hey buddy, buddy, hey buddy, buddy
If you can dig it, you can get it, you can get on down
I looked for a job in the classified ads
I looked ten places, you can even ask dad
I went downtown and the broth made a bound up
But this ain't what's told for the next time around
I was mad at the man and not at myself
I said, 'I'm gonna take somethin' from somebody else'
People goin' crazy 'cause it's the '80s
You got to have a car to catch the ladies
Big bad brother thinkin' he tough
Walkin' down the street tryna be rough
Little old lady comin' home from the bank
Set to go home is what she thinks
Big bad brother comes up from behind
Scares the old lady out of her mind
Snatches her purse and he's on the run
So the lady takes him off the set with a gun
Written by: C Burrell, Carlton Vaughn Burrell, Darryl Cash, F. Mayes, Foster Lee Mayes, Rich Cason, Rodney Gilcreast
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