On The Radio

'Cause I'm too real, we too cold
 Ya run for the hills when the truth's told
 Like the kick on the mag on a four-four
 We too much grip for your hands to hold
 All cock back with no ammo all the hype
 From a band that's so-so
 In every land that you speak it's a no-no
 So live it up now because you gone tomorrow
 All of a sudden you suckin' and the
 People love it from front row to offstage
 And now you need no introduction
 It's frontin' and bluffin' and now
 You givin' out instructions?
 Nothing for nothing but I don't really think I want it
 (Give me music, make me jump and thrush
 We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
 I'm making music that sound like dat)
 Ain't never play it on the radio
 But we still banging on our stereo
 We keep it real no matter where we go
 Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
 Too hood to act new, see through you
 My point of view
 You just did what we already do and the
 Game ain't lookin' like it used to
 Too many things ya lost control
 Ya all sold out for the fools gold
 Is it too much street or heart and soul or
 Is it too much color for your rock and roll?
 All of a sudden you suckin' and the
 People love it from front row to offstage and
 Now you need no introduction
 You was frontin' and bluffin' and now
 You givin' out instructions?
 Nothing for nothing but I don't really
 Think I want this
 (Give me music, make me jump and thrush
 We making music, make me rockin' at the dance
 I'm making music that sound like dat)
 Ain't never play it on the radio
 But we still banging on our stereo
 We keep it real no matter where we go
 Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
 Why don't they play it on the radio?
 So turn it up on your stereo
 Still bringing love everywhere we go
 Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
 Too many fakes, ya all lost control
 And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
 Too many fakes, ya all lost control
 Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
 And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
 Ya all sold out for the fool's gold
 Too many fakes, ya all lost control
 Ya all lost control, ya all lost control
 And ya all sold out for the fool's gold
 Ain't never play it on the radio
 But we still banging on our stereo
 We keep it real no matter where we go
 Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o
 Why don't they play it on the radio?
 So turn it up on your stereo
 Still bringing love everywhere we go
 Oh-o, oh-o oh-o oh-o