Turn Off The Radio

[Intro] 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 wearing, fried chicken and biscuit eating monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast running, high jumping, spear chucking, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree basketball dunking, ditsoon, spade, mulignan... Go the fuck back to Africa – Go the fuck back to Africa – Go the fuck back to Africa!” Think about it, fuckin' sellout! [Interlude 1] Here we go on station 103.787 and we're listening to… We won't be listening to, uh... Ice Cube, AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted Because that’s bullshit, get that shit outta here Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B— Where the motherfucking plug at? I'm about to disconnect his ass! Turn off that motherfucking radio! [Verse 1] 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 rotation Nowhere in the nation Program directors and DJ's ignored me 'Cause I simply said "Fuck Top 40 And Top 30, Top 20 and Top 10!" Until you put more Hip-Hop in Then I might grin, but don't pretend that you're down with the scene And go and diss 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 [Interlude 2] Disaster... 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! [Verse 2] Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute Yo G, stick a fucking tape in it! 'Cause all the radio do is gangle That R&B love triangle 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 buckwild 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 [Interlude 3] 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! Nigga, get me a gat, so I can smoke this motherfucker! [Outro: Del Tha Funkee Homosapien] Hello? Hi, this is D-E-L Hey, I'm calling from 3838 Twin Oaks Way Yeah, I just wanted to call to say "Fuck the radio!"