Radio - Naughty By Nature F/ Rustic Overtones

[Treach] You know it's 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 motherfuckin 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: Treach 

I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER 
Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE 
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE 
I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE 
Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers 
Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers 
Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher 
Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice 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 of, beer! 
Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of 
happened to happened to fall 
we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and 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 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 motherfuckin 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: Vinnie 

My radio believe me, I 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 Vinnie, the 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 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the 
where-we-from amensia, blackin 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-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 

Verse Three: Treach 

When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock 
Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock 
Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some 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 block, 360 through the block 
Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop 
Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot 
Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two 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 shit, they talk shit, new tactics 
like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes 
(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this 
I'll BLOW any show, and 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-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da} 
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!