Naughty By Nature - Radio Lyrics
[treach] you know its 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 mother*****in 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: treachIm the king of hip-hop, there is none nigherSucker mother*****ers better call me sireTo burn my kingdom, there aint enough fireI wont stop rockin cause I wont re-tireUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekersCause g.i. joes a john doe, ass beat with some street sweepersHold the heaters, want a war? bless the butcherGlad to meet you mother***** that, nice to mush yaThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottlesOf beer of beer on the wall on the wallThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles ofHappened to happened to fallWell bring the rock with hip-hop, and yes yes yallSo I asked some-mother*****in-body who breeds the bangest?Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!Heres a smoker yeah the newport that you boughtWanna 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 mother*****in 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: vinnieMy radio believe me, I like it loudI dont care if you dont like it cause it draws a crowdAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the blockMy first name vinnie, the last name rock (rock)But dont you come around unless you got a boomboxTo add on to the sounds that we already gotWe dont be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymesNever snitchin or *****in or perpetratin no crimeKay-gee and treacherys both down with meThe illest on the mic since run-d.m.c.Whether urban or top 40, naughty, thought wed resurrect theWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I sufferEpileptic seizures (ahh!) takin our time just toGuarantee well please ya -- the wait is overSo call up with your request its been a good long whileNaughty by natures on your favorite dialChorus: rustic overtones and treach[treach] turn up your mother*****in 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: treachWhen undercovers dont know who to cop, spots gotta move the rockNow poppa the cops got out with two blocks sport a newer glockNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mobDressin wildin up my niggaz ? slice my tuner topThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to wattsBut later we go and party with more mamis than when menudo droppedTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the blockLock it up, then stop, cause theres two of the copFind a crew to knock Im in the mood to rock, fuelin hotActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to dropMy motto here you see is no way slickGivin you news to get you off my nigga o.j.s dickHaters dont walk shit, they talk shit, new tacticsLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes(no shit) my niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask thisIll blow any show, and if you diss youll get yo ass kickedChorus: rustic overtones and treach *repeat 3x to fade*[treach] turn up your mother*****in radio (turn it up!)Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
