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Radio by Rustic Overtonesالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Radio by Rustic Overtones

     

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[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 missile 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
Want to 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 want to 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

[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!

Writer : BROWN, VANESSA
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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