Radio Lyrics

Radio lyrics

[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!) 

 {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} 

 {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} 

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!) 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da} 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 

 Verse One: Treach 

 

 I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER 

 Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE 

 To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE 

 I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE 

 Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers 

 Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers 

 Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher 

 Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya 

 The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles 

 of beer of beer on the wall on the wall 

 The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer! 

 Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of 

 happened to happened to fall 

 we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL 

 So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest? 

 Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers! 

 Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought 

 Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York! 

 (Niggy what?!) 

 

 Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach 

 

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!) 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 

 Verse Two: Vinnie 

 

 My radio believe me, I like it loud 

 I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd 

 And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block 

 My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK) 

 But don't you come around unless you got a boombox 

 to add on to the sounds that we already got 

 We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes 

 Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime 

 Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me 

 The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C. 

 Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the 

 where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer 

 epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to 

 guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over 

 so call up with your request it's been a good long while 

 Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial 

 

 Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach 

 

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!) 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 

 Verse Three: Treach 

 

 When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock 

 Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock 

 Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob 

 Dressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner top 

 The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts 

 But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped 

 Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block 

 Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop 

 Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot 

 Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop 

 My motto here you see is no way slick 

 Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick 

 Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics 

 like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes 

 (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this 

 I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED 

 

 Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade* 

 

 [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!) 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

 {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 

 Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!