Drake - 2 Hard 4 The Radio lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, woah, yeah, ayy
Alright, look

[Parte 1]
Listen up, it's about to be smoke
Aingt nothing but some shit I wrote
About a rich-ass nigga that's deep in the game
They call me Drizzy Drake and I'm keeping the name
I sport Nike shoes, I got a mic to use
To talk bad about you pussies, I don't like you fools
Got an Oakland show tonight, baby
My young boys from the Yoc going crazy
I'm on the bridge with a tank of unleaded
I pull up early to that bitch, that bitch was yanking already, I said yank
In the city and I really got rank
You see the backpack to the front, you getting spanked
I really blow M's for the fun of it
New owl, blue diamonds on the front of it
Shout my lil' cousin, Mr. Having None of It
Tryna campaign, yeah, Drizzy back running shit

[Coro]
Woah, woah, living large, yeah
And I put that on citas and the boulеvard
When I lost big Nadia, I took it hard
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hеarts
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
Now I'm too hard for the f*cking radio
Too hard for the f*cking radio
Yeah, too hard for the f*cking radio
Too hard for the f*cking radio

[Bridge]
Hey, hey
What? Yeah, what?
I'ma show you what to do, lil' nigga, ayy
I'ma show you what to do, lil' boy, ayy
I'ma show you what—

[Parte 2]
Ayy, first off, I make real town smacks
Boy, you know the motto, gotta push it to the mack
Back when they was asking 'bout where Davidson was at
Now everybody got a blue thirty on they back
Mustard heard about us, gotta catch up to the slaps
You aingt had one since me and YG rapped
Facts, nine hundred million for the tracks
"Rack City," bitch, we remember that
Damn, you should try and get back to that
This new shit, you could've kept it on the Laugh Fact'
And a nigga doing laps
Strippers on my lap, I'm 'bout to make her back bend
Ayy, tell her come and give the boy a lap dance
Damn, y'all was really island hopping back then
Huh, now y'all names got redacted
Yeah, now a nigga gotta fact check, what?
Yeah, and I'm on the west like the Pac-10
Yeah, I'm f*cking power couples up, yeah
Acting like you love marrying your wife, ayy
You boys need to worry 'bout a jury in your life, ayy

[Coro]
Woah, woah, living large, yeah
And I put that on citas and the boulevard
When I lost big Nadia, I took it hard
Need to call up a Stark for some Chrome Hearts
If you my new girl, girl, you gotta look the part
Ayy, it's Mr. Make Her Pipe Down, there he go
Yeah, it's Mr. Popstar, that's the way it go
Now I'm too hard for the f*cking radio
Too hard for the f*cking radio
Yeah, too hard for the f*cking radio
Too hard for the f*cking radio