Turn on the radio take a listen What you're missin' Personally I'm sick of the ass-kissin' What I'm kickin' to you won't get rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and DJ's ignored me 'Cause I simply said fuck Top Forty 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 ya DJ face down in the river No, 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 nine And to calm the savage beast, here's the Alpine Turn off that bullshit Turn off that motherfucking radio Turn off that bullshit Turn off that motherfucking 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 gaggle That R&B love triangle And if you're out there kicking it with the brothers You don't care about lovers You wanna hear a young nigga 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 Amerikkka's most wanted Ice Cube, I hate that fucker Get him off the air, get him off, get him off Get that rap shit out of here So I can smoke this, motherfucker © YOUR MOTHER'S MUSIC INC; GANGSTA BOOGIE MUSIC; WB MUSIC CORP.; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com