Tytuł: Radio

• Wykonawca: Naughty By Nature
• Wyświetleń: 214

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