[{"id":23127885,"name":"Radio - Naughty By Nature & Rustie Overtones","trackName":"Radio - Naughty By Nature & Rustie Overtones","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury [VINYL]","duration":275.9655,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio - Naughty By Nature & Rustie Overtones\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: 'Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature''s Fury [VINYL]'\n  duration_ms: 275966\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 189210\n- text: 'Verse Three: Treach'\n  start_ms: 189210\n  end_ms: 190850\n- text: When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  start_ms: 190850\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 197730\n- text: Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  start_ms: 197730\n  end_ms: 200580\n- text: Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  start_ms: 200580\n  end_ms: 203640\n- text: The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  start_ms: 203640\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 214980\n- text: Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  start_ms: 214980\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219930\n- text: My motto here you see is no way slick\n  start_ms: 219930\n  end_ms: 222430\n- text: Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  start_ms: 222430\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 228050\n- text: like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  start_ms: 228050\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 233970\n- text: I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n  start_ms: 233970\n  end_ms: 237820\n- text: 'Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*'\n  start_ms: 237820\n  end_ms: 239310\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 239310\n  end_ms: 241010\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":33563766,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":18198876,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"19 Naughty 9: Nature's Fury","duration":275.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: '19 Naughty 9: Nature''s Fury'\n  duration_ms: 275760\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":15781707,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury","duration":275.6241,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: '19 Naughty Nine: Nature''s Fury'\n  duration_ms: 275624\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":9395705,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: 'Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature''s Fury'\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":39382255,"name":"Radio [feat Rustic Overtones]","trackName":"Radio [feat Rustic Overtones]","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nOf beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nHappened to happened to fall\nWe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nTo add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nEpileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nGuarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nSo call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83][Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70]{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12]{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33][Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08]Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37]{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55]Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29]Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03]I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07]Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87]To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95]I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43]Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95]Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74]Hold the heaters, want a war? 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Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44]{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90]Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99]Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82]My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69]I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65]And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52]My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31]But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32]To add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99]We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57]Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05]Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14]The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91]Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35]Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80]Epileptic seizures (AHH!) 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Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21]Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85]When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55]Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73]Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58]Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64]The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59]But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12]Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54]Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98]Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35]Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93]My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43]Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28]Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05]Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95](No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97]I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82]Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31][Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01]Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 133900\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: 'Verse Two: Vinnie'\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 135820\n- text: My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  start_ms: 135820\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 147310\n- text: But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n  start_ms: 147310\n  end_ms: 150320\n- text: To add on to the sounds that we already got\n  start_ms: 150320\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 155570\n- text: Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  start_ms: 155570\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 163910\n- text: Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  start_ms: 163910\n  end_ms: 167350\n- text: Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  start_ms: 167350\n  end_ms: 169800\n- text: Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  start_ms: 169800\n  end_ms: 172680\n- text: Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  start_ms: 172680\n  end_ms: 175260\n- text: So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  start_ms: 175260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 181140\n- text: 'Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach'\n  start_ms: 181140\n  end_ms: 182680\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 182680\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: '{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  Happened to happened to fall\n  We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  To add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":24586530,"name":"07 - Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)","trackName":"07 - Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine","duration":275.9053,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07 - Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine\n  duration_ms: 275905\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Bless the butcher\n  start_ms: 86740\n  end_ms: 89100\n- text: Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  start_ms: 89100\n  end_ms: 91860\n- text: The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  start_ms: 91860\n  end_ms: 93870\n- text: of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  start_ms: 93870\n  end_ms: 95510\n- text: The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  start_ms: 95510\n  end_ms: 97380\n- text: Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  start_ms: 97380\n  end_ms: 99150\n- text: happened to happened to fall\n  start_ms: 99150\n  end_ms: 101710\n- text: we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  start_ms: 101710\n  end_ms: 103030\n- text: So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  start_ms: 103030\n  end_ms: 105510\n- text: Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  start_ms: 105510\n  end_ms: 108970\n- text: Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  start_ms: 108970\n  end_ms: 111590\n- text: Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  start_ms: 111590\n  end_ms: 114290\n- text: (Niggy what?!)\n  start_ms: 114290\n  end_ms: 115590\n- text: 'Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach'\n  start_ms: 115590\n  end_ms: 121320\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 121320\n  end_ms: 122330\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 122330\n  end_ms: 123280\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 123280\n  end_ms: 126050\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 126050\n  end_ms: 130440\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 130440\n  end_ms: 133900\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 133900\n  end_ms: 134990\n- text: 'Verse Two: Vinnie'\n  start_ms: 134990\n  end_ms: 135820\n- text: My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  start_ms: 135820\n  end_ms: 138690\n- text: I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  start_ms: 138690\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 144520\n- text: My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  start_ms: 144520\n  end_ms: 147310\n- text: But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n  start_ms: 147310\n  end_ms: 150320\n- text: to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  start_ms: 150320\n  end_ms: 152990\n- text: We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  start_ms: 152990\n  end_ms: 155570\n- text: Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  start_ms: 155570\n  end_ms: 158050\n- text: Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  start_ms: 158050\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 163910\n- text: Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  start_ms: 163910\n  end_ms: 167350\n- text: where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  start_ms: 167350\n  end_ms: 169800\n- text: epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  start_ms: 169800\n  end_ms: 172680\n- text: guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  start_ms: 172680\n  end_ms: 175260\n- text: so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  start_ms: 175260\n  end_ms: 177780\n- text: Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n  start_ms: 177780\n  end_ms: 181140\n- text: 'Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach'\n  start_ms: 181140\n  end_ms: 182680\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 182680\n  end_ms: 183820\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 183820\n  end_ms: 185050\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 185050\n  end_ms: 186360\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 186360\n  end_ms: 189210\n- text: 'Verse Three: Treach'\n  start_ms: 189210\n  end_ms: 190850\n- text: When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  start_ms: 190850\n  end_ms: 194550\n- text: Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  start_ms: 194550\n  end_ms: 197730\n- text: Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  start_ms: 197730\n  end_ms: 200580\n- text: Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  start_ms: 200580\n  end_ms: 203640\n- text: The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  start_ms: 203640\n  end_ms: 206590\n- text: But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  start_ms: 206590\n  end_ms: 209120\n- text: Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  start_ms: 209120\n  end_ms: 212540\n- text: Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  start_ms: 212540\n  end_ms: 214980\n- text: Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  start_ms: 214980\n  end_ms: 217350\n- text: Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  start_ms: 217350\n  end_ms: 219930\n- text: My motto here you see is no way slick\n  start_ms: 219930\n  end_ms: 222430\n- text: Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  start_ms: 222430\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 228050\n- text: like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  start_ms: 228050\n  end_ms: 230950\n- text: (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  start_ms: 230950\n  end_ms: 233970\n- text: I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n  start_ms: 233970\n  end_ms: 237820\n- text: 'Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*'\n  start_ms: 237820\n  end_ms: 239310\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 239310\n  end_ms: 241010\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":26418785,"name":"07. Radio (feat Rustic Overton","trackName":"07. Radio (feat Rustic Overton","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine","duration":275.6305,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 07. Radio (feat Rustic Overton\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine\n  duration_ms: 275631\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":32855531,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature feat. Rustic Overtones","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature’s Fury","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nOf beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nHappened to happened to fall\nWe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nTo add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nEpileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nGuarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nSo call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] Happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] To add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature feat. Rustic Overtones\n  album: \"Nineteen Naughty Nine: Nature\\x92s Fury\"\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  Happened to happened to fall\n  We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  To add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":6296569,"name":"Radio [feat Rustic Overtones]","trackName":"Radio [feat Rustic Overtones]","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine [Nature's Fury]","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nOf beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nHappened to happened to fall\nWe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nTo add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nEpileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nGuarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nSo call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] Happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] To add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio [feat Rustic Overtones]\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine [Nature's Fury]\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  Happened to happened to fall\n  We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  To add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":33341198,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature/Rustic Overtones","albumName":"19 Naughty Nine: Nature's Fury","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature/Rustic Overtones\n  album: '19 Naughty Nine: Nature''s Fury'\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":6296568,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty by Nature feat. Rustic Overtones","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nOf beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nHappened to happened to fall\nWe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nTo add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nEpileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nGuarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nSo call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] Happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] To add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty by Nature feat. Rustic Overtones\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  Happened to happened to fall\n  We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Takin our time just to\n  Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":30426783,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty By Nature featuring Rustic Overtones","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty By Nature featuring Rustic Overtones\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":35147911,"name":"Radio","trackName":"Radio","artistName":"Naughty By Nature Feat. Rustic Overtones","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine∶ Nature's Fury","duration":276.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nOf beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nHappened to happened to fall\nWe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nTo add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nWhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nEpileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nGuarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nSo call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nLike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] Of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] Happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] We'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] To add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio\n  artist: Naughty By Nature Feat. Rustic Overtones\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine∶ Nature's Fury\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{Ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  To add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  Where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  Epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  Guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  So call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  Like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (No shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {Ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":10992088,"name":"Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)","trackName":"Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)","artistName":"Naughty By Nature/Rustic Overtones","albumName":"Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.83] [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[00:49.70] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:58.12] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[00:59.33] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[01:01.08] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:04.37] {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[01:07.55] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[01:09.29] Verse One: Treach\n[01:10.03] I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n[01:12.07] Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n[01:14.87] To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n[01:17.95] I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n[01:20.43] Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n[01:23.95] Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n[01:26.74] Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n[01:29.10] Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n[01:31.86] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n[01:33.87] of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n[01:35.51] The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n[01:37.38] Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n[01:39.15] happened to happened to fall\n[01:41.71] we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n[01:43.03] So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n[01:45.51] Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n[01:48.97] Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n[01:51.59] Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n[01:54.29] (Niggy what?!)\n[01:55.59] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[02:01.32] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:02.33] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:03.28] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[02:06.05] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:10.44] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[02:13.90] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[02:14.99] Verse Two: Vinnie\n[02:15.82] My radio believe me, I like it loud\n[02:18.69] I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n[02:21.65] And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n[02:24.52] My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n[02:27.31] But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n[02:30.32] to add on to the sounds that we already got\n[02:32.99] We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n[02:35.57] Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n[02:38.05] Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n[02:41.14] The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n[02:43.91] Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n[02:47.35] where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n[02:49.80] epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n[02:52.68] guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n[02:55.26] so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n[02:57.78] Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n[03:01.14] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n[03:02.68] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[03:03.82] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:05.05] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[03:06.36] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[03:09.21] Verse Three: Treach\n[03:10.85] When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n[03:14.55] Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n[03:17.73] Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n[03:20.58] Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n[03:23.64] The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n[03:26.59] But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n[03:29.12] Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n[03:32.54] Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n[03:34.98] Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n[03:37.35] Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n[03:39.93] My motto here you see is no way slick\n[03:42.43] Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n[03:45.28] Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n[03:48.05] like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n[03:50.95] (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n[03:53.97] I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n[03:57.82] Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n[03:59.31] [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n[04:01.01] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:02.04] {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[04:03.06] Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n[04:03.62] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio (feat. Rustic Overtones)\n  artist: Naughty By Nature/Rustic Overtones\n  album: Nineteen Naughty Nine Nature's Fury\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Treach] You know it''s Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 1830\n  end_ms: 49700\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 49700\n  end_ms: 58120\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 58120\n  end_ms: 59330\n- text: '[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)'\n  start_ms: 59330\n  end_ms: 61080\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 61080\n  end_ms: 64370\n- text: '{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}'\n  start_ms: 64370\n  end_ms: 67550\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! 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Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 241010\n  end_ms: 242040\n- text: '{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}'\n  start_ms: 242040\n  end_ms: 243060\n- text: Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  start_ms: 243060\n  end_ms: 243620\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 243620\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":9189677,"name":"Radio Skit","trackName":"Radio Skit","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise","duration":10.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Skit\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Poverty's Paradise\n  duration_ms: 10000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":30295420,"name":"Radio Skit","trackName":"Radio Skit","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary)","duration":10.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Skit\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary)\n  duration_ms: 10000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":30275791,"name":"Radio Skit","trackName":"Radio Skit","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty’s Paradise","duration":10.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Skit\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: \"Poverty\\x92s Paradise\"\n  duration_ms: 10000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":19832349,"name":"Radio Skit","trackName":"Radio Skit","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise","duration":13.348571,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Skit\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: Poverty's Paradise\n  duration_ms: 13349\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"},{"id":9373595,"name":"Radio Skit","trackName":"Radio Skit","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered)","duration":10.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"[Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse One: Treach\n\nI'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\nSucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\nTo burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\nI won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\nUnder the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\nCause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\nHold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\nGlad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\nof beer of beer on the wall on the wall\nThe twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\nNow if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\nhappened to happened to fall\nwe'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\nSo I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\nCar jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\nHere's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\nWanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n(Niggy what?!)\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Two: Vinnie\n\nMy radio believe me, I like it loud\nI don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\nAnd if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\nMy first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\nBut don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\nto add on to the sounds that we already got\nWe don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\nNever snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\nKay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\nThe illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\nWhether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\nwhere-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\nepileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\nguarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\nso call up with your request it's been a good long while\nNaughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\nVerse Three: Treach\n\nWhen undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\nNow Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\nNiggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\nDressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\nThe streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\nBut later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\nTake a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\nLock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\nFind a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\nActin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\nMy motto here you see is no way slick\nGivin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\nHaters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\nlike the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n(no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\nI'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\nChorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\nOhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Radio Skit\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Poverty's Paradise (25th Anniversary - Remastered)\n  duration_ms: 10000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  [Treach] You know it's Naughty on the RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da ladi dadi da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse One: Treach\n\n  I'm the King of Hip-Hop, there is none NIGHER\n  Sucker motherfuckers better call me SIRE\n  To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE\n  I won't stop rockin cause I won't re-TIRE\n  Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street fleet, with missle seekers\n  Cause G.I. Joe's a John Doe, ass beat with some street sweepers\n  Hold the heaters, want a war? Bless the butcher\n  Glad to meet you MOTHERFUCK THAT, nice to mush ya\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles\n  of beer of beer on the wall on the wall\n  The twenty and twenty the bottles the bottles of, beer!\n  Now if the one of the one bottles of bottles of\n  happened to happened to fall\n  we'll bring the rock with hip-hop, and YES YES Y'ALL\n  So I asked some-motherfuckin-body who breed's the bangest?\n  Car jackers with clappers or star rappers with street flamers!\n  Here's a smoker yeah the Newport that you bought\n  Wanna hear this bump from New City, New Guinea to New York!\n  (Niggy what?!)\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Two: Vinnie\n\n  My radio believe me, I like it loud\n  I don't care if you don't like it cause it draws a crowd\n  And if you wanna find me one-eighteen is the block\n  My first name Vinnie, the last name ROCK (ROCK)\n  But don't you come around unless you got a boombox\n\n  to add on to the sounds that we already got\n  We don't be trippin or flippin we concentratin on rhymes\n  Never snitchin or bitchin or perpetratin no crime\n  Kay-Gee and Treachery's both down with me\n  The illest on the mic since Run-D.M.C.\n  Whether urban or top 40, Naughty, thought we'd resurrect the\n  where-we-from amensia, blackin out so much I suffer\n  epileptic seizures (AHH!) Takin our time just to\n  guarantee we'll please ya -- the wait is over\n  so call up with your request it's been a good long while\n  Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n\n  Verse Three: Treach\n\n  When undercovers don't know who to cop, spots gotta move the rock\n  Now Poppa the Cop's got out with two blocks sport a newer glock\n  Niggaz be in tuned to watch, some like to move in mob\n  Dressin wildin up my niggaz? slice my tuner top\n  The streets are boilin brewin hot since 1-2 to Watts\n  But later we go and party with more mami's than when Menudo dropped\n  Take a ride through the buddha block, 360 through the block\n  Lock it up, then stop, cause there's two of the cop\n  Find a crew to knock I'm in the mood to rock, fuelin hot\n  Actin like you knew the block when you the cops, two to drop\n  My motto here you see is no way slick\n  Givin you news to get you off my nigga O.J.'s dick\n  Haters don't walk shit, they talk shit, new tactics\n  like the six million dollar man they see six, after them taxes\n  (no shit) My niggaz rap shit like they classic, but ask this\n  I'll BLOW any show, and if you diss you'll get yo' ASS KICKED\n\n  Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*\n\n  [Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO (Turn it up!)\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n  {ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}\n  Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!\n"}]