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-