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TGIF Mix Show Ep. 4//Carolina Storm Radio

Monday Morning Drive Mix Ep. 3//Carolina Storm Radio

Folded with a 90's R&B twist. Shout out to the fellow Baydestrian queen for giving us this masterpiece!!

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Folded - Kehlani (90's R&B Edit)

매일매일 생각해
아직 여기 있는데
책임 없이 안을게
너가 싫다해도

(넌 쉽지 않아)
그때를 생각해
그때를 생각해
그때를 생각한다면 너도 다시 한번

생각해 (snippet)

[Intro]
"Yeah
This goes out to the one ridin’ in the back
And the fool who couldn’t stay in his lane
You don’t crash into a Romero, man
Not on my watch"

[Verse 1]
Takin’ my time down the avenue
Another coffin to carry this afternoon
In my funeral clothes, satin so smooth
He earned this ride… he paid his dues

("Ooh yeah… slow and clean...")

Then from the left, came a flash of gold
Taxi flew in, lost all control
He hit my whip, the weight got tossed
Doors flew wide and the coffin's lost
(Ohhh)

[Chorus]
Now there’s a body on the boulevard
Cemetary where the street should be
This ain’t how I wrote the end
This ain't the way to leave
Body on the boulevard
Suit still pressed, even after he was discharged
I was just tryna get him home
Now I’m drivin’ all alone

("Ohhh I said I’d carry you")

[Verse 2]
People stopped and bowed their heads
Nobody moved, nobody said
He was gone long before the crash
But this city don’t let memories last
(“Last… last… last…”)

I picked him up with broken grace
Blood on my gloves, pain on my face
This ain’t a job, it’s a vow I keep
To let the fallen rest in peace
I'm the undertaker in these streets...

[Bridge]
Why’d you run that light?
Didn’t you see the hearse comin’ slow?
Why’d you steal that silence?
From the only peace he’d ever know?
(“Ohhh nooo”)

[Final Chorus]
Body on the boulevard
Tears fallin’ where prayers should start
You can’t rewind, can’t fix the day
But I still had to drive away (away)
Body on the boulevard
Taxi driver gone, but the pain hits hard
I called the police and now he's got 3 stars
Won't matter now cuz' he's gone too far
RIP to the dead man in my car

(“Rest easy... Rest easy now...”)

[Outro]
Oooooh... boulevard…
"Romero, Romero, Romero"
It will never drive right again…
Time to call a cab and find my taxi friend…

("You took my job… Now I'm gonna take yours…")

Body On The Boulevard

[Intro]
(Mmm)
"Another night in Los Santos
I'm just tryna lose the heat
But they waitin' for me"
(Right outside the Pay N’ Spray)
"Damn"

[Verse 1]
I was ridin’ low through Idlewood
Stackin' chips like any baller should
Caught some heat from a deal in Ganton
Now five deep on my tail, and they packin’
Had to dip down to East LS
That old spray shop I clean my mess
But as I pulled in, what do I see?
Two black-and-whites starin’ right at me

[Hook]
They campin’ my Pay N’ Spray
Why they always blockin’ my getaway?
I’m tryna lose my stars, and fade away
But they waitin’ out back every single day
They campin’ my Pay N’ Spray
Posted up like it's they hideaway
No peace for a hustler tryna find his way
Just let me ride, in my Chevrolet
Don't camp my Pay N’ Spray
(Ohh Ohh)

[Verse 2]
Took a detour past the Well Stacked Pizza
Saw my girl Tasha dippin’ in a ZR-350
She said, “Baby you hot, take the train from Market,”
But I love that whip — I ain't finna park it
Made a run past Jefferson Motel
Shots rang out, man it felt like hell
Dodged through alleys by the Binco store
But them cops already knew the score
They know all the spots, yeah, they map the play
Even chillin’ by Burgershot ain’t safe
I’m a baller with a dream, tryna cleanse my slate
But the LSPD… they just lie N' wait

"It's like they live outside the Pay N’ Spray
Waitin’... Like vultures"

[Hook]
They campin’ my Pay N’ Spray
Tired of runnin’ every damn day
Why you always hatin' when I try to lay low?
Just wanna cruise, hit a lick, and go
Campin’ my Pay N’ Spray
They got it locked like a 24/7 raid
I used to find peace by the Ocean View
Now all I see is red and blue

[Outro]
Don’t camp my Pay N’ Spray nooo
Don’t wipe my hope away yeah yeah
Los Santos nights ain’t fair
But I still ride like I don’t care

"CSR 103.9
Keep it smooth... even when the city don’t love you back"

Campin' My Pay N' Spray

[Intro]
"Mmm... yeah
That ain't ice cream back there
You and me both know it
Come on"

[Verse 1]
Same block, same time, sun bleedin’ gold
I hear that chime in the air like it’s somethin’ I hold
Ain’t no push-pop, no swirl, no treat
Just powder in the back, hidden under the seat
You cruise past Tenpenny like you don’t even flinch
White tucked tight and I won't snitch
Innocent sound, but you servin' raw
And I’m waitin’ right here, ‘cause I fiend for more

[Pre-Chorus]
One zip in the bag
Got me floatin’ out my mind
You ain’t sweet — you refined
Got that coke so pure, it shine

[Chorus]
Bag in the back (uh huh)
Wrapped tight in a frosty pack (yeah)
Ain’t vanilla, ain’t nothin’ sweet
It’s pure cocaine in the summer heat
Rollin’ Grove Street ridin' past
Every jingle got me leanin’ back
I don’t care what you call it, fact is fact
You bring the bag in the back...

[Verse 2]
From Montgomery to Marina, I seen you slide
Slingin’ white while you play that lullaby
Mr. Whoopee got work and he movin’ light
Brick tucked under them cones just right
Ain’t no sprinkles, just ziplocks and scale
That smile ain’t joy — that smile’s for sale
You serve that coke with a gentle hum
And the whole damn city waitin' when you come

[Bridge]
Ohhh... no dairy in that van
Just grams and grams
Hit so clean, it don’t burn or bite
It's got me up all night
Feelin' right, yeah
Mmm... you got me gone again
On that fine powder sin
Wrapped in plastic, cold and white
Comin’ round at the edge of night

[Chorus]
Bag in the back (mmm)
One hit and I’m off the map
No waffle cone, just that raw supply
Pure white cocaine in a sunset sky
You ain’t got to talk, we already know
You move keys under the city glow
And I love it when the sky go black
And you roll through with that bag in the back...

[Outro]
(You bring that cold...)
(...and I lose control...)
"Ain’t no ice cream, it's that coke I need
You slide with a bag in the back… and a jingle I breathe"
(Yeah, yeah)
You play that song for me, so I know to grab them keys
(Yeah)

Bag In The Back (Mr. Whoopee)

[Intro]
CSR 103.9 — smooth jams for a savage city
This one goes out to all my players lightin’ up Los Santos tonight
WLTS baby... land of the free, home of the RPG

[Verse 1]
It’s the fourth of July and I’m feelin’ that heat,
Cruisin' down Grove Street, head knockin’ to the beat.
Hit Las Colinas, pickin’ up the crew,
Candy red Infernus, yeah you know how we do.
Rolled by Burger Shot, get a combo to go,
Or should I order the whole menu, like Big Smoke?
Feelin' extra American, sippin’ dirty Sprunk slow.
Ammu-Nation packed, so we stocked up right,
Now we on the rooftop, bringin’ justice tonight.
(This is America, we drive on the right)

[Hook]
Blowin’ up lanes watch where you drive,
Rockets in the sky, let the freedom fly.
No bullets, no armor, just a V-Rock guitar on my back,
And new shoes from Pro-Laps
The whole city on blast...
Red, white, and blue — from the hood to the bay,
We fire like it’s legal in every state.
From Ocean Docks to Flint, we torch that sky,
You already know why,
'Cause it's the fourth of July.

[Verse 2]
Yo, from Rodeo to Ganton, I’m settin’ it off,
RPGs like sparklers, blowin’ traffic across.
Cluckin’ Bell got wings, but I got flight,
Launch a rocket through a Blista Compact, another explosion tonight.

Caught a fool in a Sentinel goin’ 20 on the dash,
Wrong lane again? Man, he about to get wacked.
LSPD at the car wash duckin’ low in they seats,
While I rain freedom down all over these streets.

[Breakdown]
"Now picture this —
Me, in a silk shirt from Binco,
standin' on my car like I’m George Washington…
but with a rocket launcher.
Welcome to Los Santos, baby."

(Ooh, say it loud — I’m armed and I’m proud...)
(Ooh, Grove Street stand up — blow that traffic down...)

[Hook]
Light it up, let it ride, let the city ignite,
On the roof of my whip I'm a demon in the night.
RPGs burst like July fourth skies,
'Cause this is WLTS — where freedom flies.
We ain’t slowin’ down, just reloadin’ as a team,
Flashin’ chrome glare with a low-rider on 23's.
No rules, no chill, just vibes and pride,
Los Santos, baby — we personified.

[Outro]
CSR 103.9…
Celebrating Independence our way.
From the docks to Las Colinas...
Keep it lit, keep it lawless.
WLTS where every drive-by’s a salute.

4th of July

[Intro]
Yeah…
Another day, another dumpster
Man, I ain't built for this
Wish I was rollin’ in a Savanna... instead of this stinkin’ Trashmaster
CSR, play somethin’ for the struggle

[Verse 1]
It’s 6AM, and I’m back on the block
Rollin’ past Glen Park, bottles shatter and knock
This ain't no Impala, baby, this a big ol’ bin
Full of broken dreams and yesterday’s sins
Every corner I pass, the ladies be chillin’
In Slamvans, Voodoos, and they straight up grillin’
I try to say hi, but they lookin’ away
'Cause no girl wanna ride with a dude who smell like waste

[Chorus]
I wanna ride in a low-low, with the top down slow
Not be stuck with this trash, on these backstreets solo
A Savanna with the neon glow
But I'm stuck in this trash truck, oh no...
Every girl that I see, they just turn and flee
‘Cause I smell like the dump, not that Ganton breeze
I’m a man with a dream, can’t you see?
But nobody loves a trashman… not in LSC

[Verse 2]
Saw Denise at the Cluckin' Bell on Idlewood
Tried to spit some game, tried to act real good
Said “Hop in, let’s cruise, I got time to spend”
She laughed and said, “Boy, you smell like a dog's rear end.”
Meanwhile, Ryder’s flexin’ in his black Broadway
Bumpin’ CSR, lookin’ cleaner than a valet
I’m here dodgin’ Ballas, duckin’ those tags
While I'm knee-deep in diapers and old grocery bags

[Bridge]
Ohhh, Catalina wouldn’t even steal my heart
She said, “You ain’t got no style, just a garbage cart…”
Even Cesar in his Glendale rollin’ free
While I’m shiftin’ gears in misery…

[Chorus]
I wanna ride in a low-low, with the top down slow
Not be stuck with this trash, on these backstreets solo
A Savanna with the neon glow
But I'm stuck in this trash truck, oh no...
Every girl that I see, they just turn and flee
‘Cause I smell like the dump, not that Ganton breeze
I’m a man with a dream, can’t you see?
But nobody loves a trashman… not in LSC

[Outro]
"One day... I'ma cruise through Idlewood,
Candy-paint Savanna, hydraulics poppin’...
But tonight... it’s just me…
Me and this trash.
CSR 103.9"

Trashmaster

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TGIF Mix Show Ep. 5//Carolina Storm Radio

Fusion of classic Hip-Hop instrumentals with classic R&B vocals.

Fire & Ice Soulful Hip Hop Mixtape - Vol One

Where The Road Ends

Fire & Ice Soulful Hip Hop Mixtape - Vol Two

你抱著我說這個世界太複雜
每當他傷你一次手腕長出花
紋在一圈圈像荊棘纏繞
他珍惜你的好 像把鋒利的刀
你說我夠另類
怎麼喜歡OD妹
她是膽小鬼
也需要人依偎
我能給你想要的
不會半路逃跑的
一半的耳機聽高浩哲

like只有我們的世界
我每一天陪你失眠
把手機掛著 不用斷
心疼你 像胸口被潑硫酸
I promise you
我用所有辦法
拯救你永遠
多久 晚上
守護你 床前
多陪你幾分鐘
不在意身上幾個洞
我承認她有時像是吃了炸藥
有時太霸道
常常會發燒
有時候煩人的像是雙廣告
但也就這一點程度的傷腦筋
我們雙腳 跑不動為止的荒島裡
愛的藏寶 你給我能力去創造
不需要講道理
和你的約定是一起蒼老 一起

你抱著我說這個世界太複雜
你流淚的模樣就像是一幅畫
吻上一口一口像荊棘纏繞
他珍惜你的好 像把鋒利的刀
你說我夠另類
怎麼喜歡OD妹
她是膽小鬼
也需要人依偎
我能給你想要的
不會半路逃跑的
一半的耳機聽高浩哲
oh baby baby baby

(你抱著我掉眼淚說這世界太複雜...)

OD妹 (ybig remix)

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TGIF Mix Show Ep. 6//Carolina Storm Radio

"Pain" is a soulful song about finding hope in the midst of suffering. The lyrics convey a message of resilience and finding strength even when faced with hardship.

Philip Wilson, a rising star in R&B, pours his heart into his new single, "Pain." The song, inspired by his own struggles with loss and heartbreak, showcases his velvety voice and poignant lyricism. With a sound reminiscent of classic soul legends, Wilson is quickly carving out a unique space in the world of soulful R&B.


PAIN (feat. Philip Wilson)

I play video games and write songs about them.

Producer | DJ | Music Editor | Audio Engineer | Dancer 

HYPHY--HOUSE
SRANK
NIGHTWALKERS
1UP CREW

DJ T-Bay-B has been at the top of music, fashion, and nightlife for over half his living years as the go-to deejay for music, entertainment moguls, fashion icons, and even cultural trendsetters.  DJ T-Bay-B career is the culmination of working at 103.1 Now FM for 14 plus years and a lifetime of deejaying around the world, observing people react, and making people move. For over 20 years, he’s played concerts, special events, and late-night sets throughout several cities across the United States.  DJ T-Bay-B's unique ability to connect to everyone, everywhere shows his passion and love for music, On-Air and hosting of events. Also, he is a member of the Sniper Squad DJs and World League DJs.

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



Young Athena comes multifaceted singing in a classic soul R&B style and can unexpectedly mix it up with rapid fire rap lyrics. She loves to pay homage to other artists and their great music creating incredible mashups. She is an anomaly raised in a household that played all genres of music.

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