Song Lyrics

'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

You make music that makes me jump and dance
You make music make me rock inna di dance
I need the music, make it sound like that

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

You make music that makes me jump and dance
You make music make me rock inna di dance
I need the music, make it sound like that

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

Too many fakes, y'all lost control
And y'all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, ya all lost control, y'all lost control, y'all lost control
And y'all sold for the fool's gold, y'all sold out for the fool's gold
Too many fakes, y'all lost control, y'all lost control, y'all lost control
And y'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

Paul J. Sandoval, Noah C. Bernardo, Mark Traa Daniels, Marcos Curiel

The duration of On The Radio is 3:10 minutes and seconds.