Turn Off The Radio

Lyrics for Turn Off The Radio

A message to the Oreo cookie No matter how much you wanna switch Here's what they think about you You gold teeth, gold chain wearin' Fried chicken and biscuit eatin' monkey Ape, baboon, big thigh, fast runnin' High jumpin', spear chuckin' Three hundred and sixty degree Basketball dunkin', titsun, spade mulanyan Go the fuck back to Africa Go the fuck back to Africa Go the fuck back to Africa Think about it, fucking sell out Here we go on station 103.787 And we're listenin' to, we won't be listenin' to, uh Ice Cube "America's Most Wanted" Because that's bullshit Get that shit out of here Straight R&B Straight R&B Straight R&B Where the motherfuckin' plug at? I'm 'bout to disconnect his ass (Turn off that motherfuckin' radio!) Turn on the radio Take a listen What you're missing Personally, I'm sick of the ass kissing What I'm kicking to you won't get in rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and DJ's ignored me 'Cause I simply said "Fuck Top 40" And top thirty, top twenty and top ten Until you put more hip hop in Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the C And go and dis me in a magazine How could you figure the brother could dig a DJ face down in the river Know it's not a threat, but a promise I'm as crazy as they come See, mama didn't love me All I got is my 9 And to calm the savage beast is the Alpine Turn off that bullshit Turn off that motherfucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! Turn off that mother fucking radio! Turn off that bullshit! (Play the music motherfucker! Put the music on!) (Damn!) Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute Yo G, stick a fucking tape in it 'Cause all the radio do is dangle That R&B love triangle Now if you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You want to hear a young **** on the mic Going buck wild, throwing and flowing and showing new styles That's where I'm coming from Reality, that's what they're running from So if you're down with Ice Cube, let me know that you know Yo, turn off the radio You know what? You know what? Basically those black guys and those rap guys They don't know what the fuck they're doing I hate those fuckers I hate 'em Especially that one guy, the "America's Most Wanted" Ice Cube, I hate that fucker Get him off the air Get him off, get him off Get that rap shit outta here (Gimme me the gat so I can smoke this motherfucker!) Hello? Aye, this is D-E-L and I'm callin' from 3838 Twin Oaks Way Yeah, I just wanted to call to say, fuck the ra-