Naughty By Nature - Radio lyrics
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[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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Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
Verse one: treach
I'm the king of hip-hopthere is none nigher
Sucker motherfuckers better call me sire
To burn my kingdomthere ain't enough fire
I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-tire
Under the sheetboricua heata street fleetwith missle seekers
Cause g.i. joe's a john doeass beat with some street sweepers
Hold the heaterswant a war? bless the butcher
Glad to meet you motherfuck thatnice 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 ofbeer!
Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of
Happened to happened to fall
We'll bring the rock with hip-hopand 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 citynew guinea to new york!
(niggy what? !)
Chorus: rustic overtones and treach
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{ladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-da}
[treach] turn up your motherfuckin radio (turn it up!)
Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
Verse two: vinnie
My radio believe meI 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 vinniethe 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 40naughtythought we'd resurrect the
Where-we-from amensiablackin 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-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
Verse three: treach
When undercovers don't know who to copspots gotta move the rock
Now poppa the cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock
Niggaz be in tuned to watchsome 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 block360 through the block
Lock it upthen stopcause there's two of the cop
Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rockfuelin hot
Actin like you knew the block when you the copstwo 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 shitthey talk shitnew tactics
Like the six million dollar man they see sixafter them taxes
(no shit) my niggaz rap shit like they classicbut ask this
I'll blow any showand 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-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-daladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh! ohhhh!
