No Script, No Regrets

[Intro] Yo, yo, it's the Juice, keep it loose, no excuse 93.7 and 103.7 HD2, turn the volume through the roof Mike Hollywood, Lou Diamond, Lady Redbone, DJ Phantom in the booth No script, no regrets, that's the truth [Verse] Static crackle, mic lit, signal blazing DJ Phantom spins, records phasing Lou Diamond dropping gems, Redbone raising Questions sharp enough to cut through hazing Hollywood swagger, verbal dagger Tongue like a whip, words stagger Talk slick, stories thick, call it radio swagger Night rides live, no ghost, no lagger [Chorus] No script, no regrets, keep the mics lit Tune in, feel the vibe, yeah, this the hit East Coast grit, where the real ones sit The Juice on the dial, can't quit, can't quit [Verse 2] Redbone laughter sweeter than syrup Her voice paints the air, every line a mural Phantom on the fader, hands swift, eternal Bass thumping low, subterranean journal Lou Diamond speaks, no cap, just facts Calls coming in, stories stacked on stacks Hollywood grins, spins tales on wax Juice on repeat, no rewind, just tracks