WRQX (107.3 FM, "Mix 107.3"), is an American commercial radio station licensed to Washington, D.C., and serves the Washington Metropolitan Area. The station airs a hot adult contemporary format. WRQX is currently owned and operated by Cumulus Media with the broadcast license held by Radio License Holding VII, LLC.
Established in 1948, the station's studios are located at 4400 Jenifer Street NW in Washington, two blocks from the city's border with Maryland. The station's transmitter resides at the intersection of Wisconsin Avenue NW and 41st Street NW in the northwestern section of the district.
107.3 came on air in 1948 as WMAL-FM, airing a easy listening/classical music format. As an easy listening/classical station, programming was mostly automated with the exception of the weekday and Saturday mornings when the station simulcast the "Harden and Weaver" show on WMAL. In the 1970s, it flipped to album oriented rock as "The Soft Explosion." Automation was reduced considerably during that time. In 1979, the station flipped to top 40, and branded as "Q107" with the current WRQX call letters. The station eliminated automation completely during this time. On August 31, 1990, at Noon, the station changed to Hot AC, branded as "Mix 107.3". The first song on "Mix" was "Let The Music Play" by Shannon.
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
Real like Scott, storch off from the coke
Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps
Ya Alex, had a vision I'm building like two trumps
Step in goosebumps, I'm the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
You see it, these niggas living off the pad
Ya, I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class
Hands all glass, wrists all glass
Real on heron how long will the crystal last
Champaign to pour celebrate the cause
Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers
What's worst a testimony from your homie?
Tables turn quick, I told you not to fuck with Tony
You started with the dishes then it went to digits
I had to cross friendships, it's rules to the business
All the time with a sitar like Gina
Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer
On the way to cheetahs pointing an army
Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride
44 with 45s and 64s, half a pill two dimes six folks
I need a slice of the pie, 456 as i throw the dice in the sky
Head crack nigga, bread stacks, nigga
Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga
Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres
When the lease over back to the streets soldier
Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
We the eats while we trying to reach each quota
No soda rolls rolla one owner
Broad yayo eighty grand one corner
Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em
They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones
Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm living it homes
Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts
4 chains will put you down with more work