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 *** 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 *** 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 bull***

Turn off that mother***ing radio

Turn off that bull***

Turn off that mother***ing radio

Turn off that bull***

Play the music, mother***er, put the music on

Damn Tune in to the radio listen for a minute

Yo G, stick a ***ing 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 *** they're doing

I hate those ***ers, I hate 'em Especially that one guy

The Amerikkka's most wanted

Ice Cube, I hate that ***er

Get him off the air, get him off, get him off

Get that rap *** out of here So I can smoke this, mother***er