Turn It Up Lyrics
| Song | Turn It Up |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | One |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1： | |
| We grind ya'll | |
| Bounce back, open your mind ya'll | |
| Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline | |
| Ya'll know the time | |
| Hey yo feel the base line | |
| Stack the overdrive | |
| Bounce, baby feel the incline | |
| So geniune, everytime, busta redefine | |
| The wicked knew the dime | |
| Makin ya'll press rewind | |
| Hope you feelin fine | |
| Watch me combine and intertwine | |
| The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line | |
| Shine a nickel nine | |
| On all kinds of little swine | |
| Stick the worst of porcupine | |
| If you tryin to take mine | |
| Yo, pick up my nigga splif | |
| In the blue 5s's | |
| Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses | |
| Move, baby no time for second guesses | |
| Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses | |
| Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's | |
| Shit blazin so hot dj's scratch the test presses | |
| Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in* | |
| Chorus: | |
| Turn it up, i wanna hear it real loud, just | |
| Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby | |
| Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just | |
| Turn it up, i need to make it mo hot, baby | |
| (repeat first three lines, finish with 'turn it up') | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yo, word is bond | |
| Baby let's get it on | |
| I never say it wrong | |
| Yo baby girl take off your thong | |
| Let me put it in your spirit like the holy kyron | |
| Got the mega song | |
| Sweet like honey chicken dijon | |
| Movin along | |
| Yo, honey body look real strong | |
| Watch your ass swing | |
| Hangin like a medallion | |
| Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor | |
| What you askin for? | |
| Relax, i'm bout to give you some more | |
| Where the liquor store? | |
| Hit you with some more metaphor | |
| The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before | |
| Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet | |
| Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck | |
| Yo we play to win | |
| Such a shame, shit is a sin | |
| So hot baby body heat bubble your skin | |
| Everytime i flow speak | |
| I caress the whole beach | |
| Just like the body guard les straight walkin the street | |
| We get down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave | |
| A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave | |
| Chill son, you better off if you behave | |
| Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save | |
| Lay low, i say so, my pesos | |
| Import my cheese stack by the castros | |
| Make clothes | |
| Or stay fly a chase hoes | |
| Equatorians soft lips and straight nose | |
| Makin dough | |
| When we rippin the paid show | |
| Get the money and dip, we in the range rove | |
| Now we makin grands | |
| We name brand | |
| We make plans, change plans | |
| Then we expand across land | |
| Do it properly | |
| Yo, i said open sesame | |
| The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be | |
| Yo, landscape | |
| We arrange a whole shape | |
| Rock the fly tape | |
| Then i continue to skyscrape | |
| Like blah!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| So hot | |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1: | |
| We grind ya' ll | |
| Bounce back, open your mind ya' ll | |
| Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline | |
| Ya' ll know the time | |
| Hey yo feel the base line | |
| Stack the overdrive | |
| Bounce, baby feel the incline | |
| So geniune, everytime, busta redefine | |
| The wicked knew the dime | |
| Makin ya' ll press rewind | |
| Hope you feelin fine | |
| Watch me combine and intertwine | |
| The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line | |
| Shine a nickel nine | |
| On all kinds of little swine | |
| Stick the worst of porcupine | |
| If you tryin to take mine | |
| Yo, pick up my nigga splif | |
| In the blue 5s' s | |
| Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses | |
| Move, baby no time for second guesses | |
| Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses | |
| Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness' s | |
| Shit blazin so hot dj' s scratch the test presses | |
| Like make it mo hot baby chorus comes in | |
| Chorus: | |
| Turn it up, i wanna hear it real loud, just | |
| Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby | |
| Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just | |
| Turn it up, i need to make it mo hot, baby | |
| repeat first three lines, finish with ' turn it up' | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yo, word is bond | |
| Baby let' s get it on | |
| I never say it wrong | |
| Yo baby girl take off your thong | |
| Let me put it in your spirit like the holy kyron | |
| Got the mega song | |
| Sweet like honey chicken dijon | |
| Movin along | |
| Yo, honey body look real strong | |
| Watch your ass swing | |
| Hangin like a medallion | |
| Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor | |
| What you askin for? | |
| Relax, i' m bout to give you some more | |
| Where the liquor store? | |
| Hit you with some more metaphor | |
| The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before | |
| Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet | |
| Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck | |
| Yo we play to win | |
| Such a shame, shit is a sin | |
| So hot baby body heat bubble your skin | |
| Everytime i flow speak | |
| I caress the whole beach | |
| Just like the body guard les straight walkin the street | |
| We get down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave | |
| A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave | |
| Chill son, you better off if you behave | |
| Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save | |
| Lay low, i say so, my pesos | |
| Import my cheese stack by the castros | |
| Make clothes | |
| Or stay fly a chase hoes | |
| Equatorians soft lips and straight nose | |
| Makin dough | |
| When we rippin the paid show | |
| Get the money and dip, we in the range rove | |
| Now we makin grands | |
| We name brand | |
| We make plans, change plans | |
| Then we expand across land | |
| Do it properly | |
| Yo, i said open sesame | |
| The recipe, be the hot shit, it' s got to be | |
| Yo, landscape | |
| We arrange a whole shape | |
| Rock the fly tape | |
| Then i continue to skyscrape | |
| Like blah!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| So hot | |
| Chorus |
| Verse 1: | |
| We grind ya' ll | |
| Bounce back, open your mind ya' ll | |
| Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline | |
| Ya' ll know the time | |
| Hey yo feel the base line | |
| Stack the overdrive | |
| Bounce, baby feel the incline | |
| So geniune, everytime, busta redefine | |
| The wicked knew the dime | |
| Makin ya' ll press rewind | |
| Hope you feelin fine | |
| Watch me combine and intertwine | |
| The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line | |
| Shine a nickel nine | |
| On all kinds of little swine | |
| Stick the worst of porcupine | |
| If you tryin to take mine | |
| Yo, pick up my nigga splif | |
| In the blue 5s' s | |
| Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses | |
| Move, baby no time for second guesses | |
| Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses | |
| Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness' s | |
| Shit blazin so hot dj' s scratch the test presses | |
| Like make it mo hot baby chorus comes in | |
| Chorus: | |
| Turn it up, i wanna hear it real loud, just | |
| Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby | |
| Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just | |
| Turn it up, i need to make it mo hot, baby | |
| repeat first three lines, finish with ' turn it up' | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Yo, word is bond | |
| Baby let' s get it on | |
| I never say it wrong | |
| Yo baby girl take off your thong | |
| Let me put it in your spirit like the holy kyron | |
| Got the mega song | |
| Sweet like honey chicken dijon | |
| Movin along | |
| Yo, honey body look real strong | |
| Watch your ass swing | |
| Hangin like a medallion | |
| Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor | |
| What you askin for? | |
| Relax, i' m bout to give you some more | |
| Where the liquor store? | |
| Hit you with some more metaphor | |
| The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before | |
| Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet | |
| Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck | |
| Yo we play to win | |
| Such a shame, shit is a sin | |
| So hot baby body heat bubble your skin | |
| Everytime i flow speak | |
| I caress the whole beach | |
| Just like the body guard les straight walkin the street | |
| We get down | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: | |
| Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave | |
| A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave | |
| Chill son, you better off if you behave | |
| Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save | |
| Lay low, i say so, my pesos | |
| Import my cheese stack by the castros | |
| Make clothes | |
| Or stay fly a chase hoes | |
| Equatorians soft lips and straight nose | |
| Makin dough | |
| When we rippin the paid show | |
| Get the money and dip, we in the range rove | |
| Now we makin grands | |
| We name brand | |
| We make plans, change plans | |
| Then we expand across land | |
| Do it properly | |
| Yo, i said open sesame | |
| The recipe, be the hot shit, it' s got to be | |
| Yo, landscape | |
| We arrange a whole shape | |
| Rock the fly tape | |
| Then i continue to skyscrape | |
| Like blah!!!!!!!!!!! | |
| So hot | |
| Chorus |
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