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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Lead Vocals
The Lench Mob
The Lench Mob
Background Vocals
Ricky Harris
Ricky Harris
Background Vocals
Del the Funky Homosapien
Del the Funky Homosapien
Background Vocals
T-Bone
T-Bone
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter
Paul Shabazz
Paul Shabazz
Songwriter
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Songwriter
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Co-Producer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Sir Jinx
Sir Jinx
Co-Producer
Chris Champion
Chris Champion
Assistant Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Dan Wood
Dan Wood
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A message to the Oreo cookie
No matter how much you wanna switch
Here's what they think about you
[Verse 2]
You gold teeth, gold chain wearin'
Fried chicken and biscuit eatin' monkey
Ape, baboon, big thigh, fast runnin'
High jumpin', spear chuckin'
Three hundred and sixty degree
Basketball dunkin', titsun, spade mulanyan
Go the fuck back to Africa
Go the fuck back to Africa
Go the fuck back to Africa
[Verse 3]
Think about it, fucking sell out
[Verse 4]
Here we go on station 103.787
And we're listenin' to, we won't be listenin' to, uh
Ice Cube "America's Most Wanted"
Because that's bullshit
Get that shit out of here
Straight R&B
Straight R&B
Straight R&B
[Verse 5]
Where the motherfuckin' plug at?
I'm 'bout to disconnect his ass
(Turn off that motherfuckin' radio!)
[Verse 6]
Turn on the radio
Take a listen
What you're missing
Personally, I'm sick of the ass kissing
What I'm kicking to you won't get in rotation
Nowhere in the nation
Program directors and DJ's ignored me
'Cause I simply said "Fuck Top 40"
And top thirty, top twenty and top ten
Until you put more hip hop in
Then I might grin but don't pretend that you're down with the C
And go and dis me in a magazine
How could you figure the brother could dig a
DJ face down in the river
Know it's not a threat, but a promise
I'm as crazy as they come
See, mama didn't love me
All I got is my 9
And to calm the savage beast is the Alpine
[Verse 7]
Turn off that bullshit
Turn off that motherfucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
Turn off that mother fucking radio!
Turn off that bullshit!
(Play the music motherfucker! Put the music on!)
(Damn!)
[Verse 8]
Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute
Yo G, stick a fucking tape in it
'Cause all the radio do is dangle
That R&B love triangle
Now if you're out there kicking it with the brothers
You don't care about lovers
You want to hear a young **** on the mic
Going buck wild, throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That's where I'm coming from
Reality, that's what they're running from
So if you're down with Ice Cube, let me know that you know
Yo, turn off the radio
[Verse 9]
You know what?
You know what? Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don't know what the fuck they're doing
I hate those fuckers
I hate 'em
Especially that one guy, the "America's Most Wanted"
Ice Cube, I hate that fucker
Get him off the air
Get him off, get him off
Get that rap shit outta here
(Gimme me the gat so I can smoke this motherfucker!)
[Verse 10]
Hello?
Aye, this is D-E-L and I'm callin' from 3838 Twin Oaks Way
Yeah, I just wanted to call to say, fuck the ra-
Written by: O'shea Jackson, Carlton Douglas Ridenhour, Eric T. Sadler, Omari M. Shabazz
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