Turn It Out (Intro) Lyrics
| Song | Turn It Out (Intro) |
| Artist | Jermaine Dupri |
| Album | Life in 1472 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dupri, Nas, Reeves | |
| [Nas] Spit at the world | |
| My lyrics, | |
| I could spit at your girl | |
| Spit when | |
| I hurl, spit on the | |
| Dutch and finish the twirl | |
| Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime | |
| Spit on my watch, make the ice shine | |
| Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out | |
| Ready to thug out at the clubhouse | |
| Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out | |
| My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth | |
| Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... | |
| I know you thought | |
| I'd be locked up | |
| Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now | |
| Got up wit' | |
| JD doh', crazy dough | |
| Queens with the | |
| So So Def, | |
| A-T-L's best (yeah I know) | |
| Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies | |
| Thug passion for | |
| J Doves, Henneys for | |
| Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit | |
| Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it [Chorus] [Nas] | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Queens | |
| Bridge is in the house | |
| This is Nas | |
| Escobar and | |
| I turns it out [JD] | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Collin | |
| Park is in the house | |
| They call me | |
| Don Chi Chi and | |
| I turns it out [JD] | |
| I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks | |
| Bitches love me and | |
| I'm duggy from the head to the socks | |
| Too much to handle, here da man of the year | |
| Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier | |
| From C-P to the | |
| Bridge, y'all know what it is | |
| Been gettin' money like this since | |
| I was a kid | |
| I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of | |
| Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it | |
| Now look at my ice, look at your ice, | |
| DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, | |
| DAMN See, | |
| I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me | |
| Copy Chi to the | |
| T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color | |
| AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies | |
| You can look up or down, right or left | |
| But all you gon' hear and see is | |
| So So Def [Chorus, JD then Nas] | |
| Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words | |
| Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs | |
| Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, | |
| I feel faint | |
| Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink | |
| All I hear is beats bumpin', | |
| I'm seein' in doubles | |
| Last thing | |
| I need to happen is to be in a scuffle | |
| Where my dogs at? | |
| These ain't my niggas | |
| I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car | |
| Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? | |
| Which way is around? | |
| These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out | |
| I wish I had the drink, but then | |
| I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in | |
| It's like the floor's wet and every step is like | |
| I'm slippin' | |
| And yo, I can't lose a step, | |
| I feel my enemies followin' | |
| All I got as a weapon is this | |
| Hennessee bottle | |
| I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me | |
| Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" | |
| My ice strillon, | |
| I'm feelin' my arm | |
| Thought my | |
| Roley was gone, now | |
| I wanna swing but | |
| I'm calm Still got that, | |
| DJ musta threw on another hot track | |
| Think it was this one here, bounce to that | |
| Too much Thug | |
| Passion and smokin' | |
| Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' | |
| From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' | |
| Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion | |
| I saw my niggas pull up, | |
| Perelli's they skidded | |
| They open the car door and toss-ed me in it | |
| My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy | |
| But one thing's for sure, | |
| So So Def know how to party [Backdrop] | |
| All night long {'til when?} | |
| Til the early morn (it don't stop) | |
| And uh (it don't quit) | |
| And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
| zuo ci : Dupri, Nas, Reeves | |
| Nas Spit at the world | |
| My lyrics, | |
| I could spit at your girl | |
| Spit when | |
| I hurl, spit on the | |
| Dutch and finish the twirl | |
| Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime | |
| Spit on my watch, make the ice shine | |
| Spit trife lines, . 44 spit slugs out | |
| Ready to thug out at the clubhouse | |
| Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out | |
| My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth | |
| Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... | |
| I know you thought | |
| I' d be locked up | |
| Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now | |
| Got up wit' | |
| JD doh', crazy dough | |
| Queens with the | |
| So So Def, | |
| ATL' s best yeah I know | |
| Every ride up the 95, fly friendly skies | |
| Thug passion for | |
| J Doves, Henneys for | |
| Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit | |
| Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it Chorus Nas | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Queens | |
| Bridge is in the house | |
| This is Nas | |
| Escobar and | |
| I turns it out JD | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Collin | |
| Park is in the house | |
| They call me | |
| Don Chi Chi and | |
| I turns it out JD | |
| I' m sumpin' y' all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks | |
| Bitches love me and | |
| I' m duggy from the head to the socks | |
| Too much to handle, here da man of the year | |
| Hit rooms and light' em up like a chandelier | |
| From CP to the | |
| Bridge, y' all know what it is | |
| Been gettin' money like this since | |
| I was a kid | |
| I' m in the corner with bitches and buckets of | |
| Cris Pourin' at the most goin' est nigga wit' shit that showin' it | |
| Now look at my ice, look at your ice, | |
| DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, | |
| DAMN See, | |
| I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me | |
| Copy Chi to the | |
| T cause I' m nice in the 3 black same color | |
| AMG' s T. V' s, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies | |
| You can look up or down, right or left | |
| But all you gon' hear and see is | |
| So So Def Chorus, JD then Nas | |
| Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words | |
| Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs | |
| Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, | |
| I feel faint | |
| Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink | |
| All I hear is beats bumpin', | |
| I' m seein' in doubles | |
| Last thing | |
| I need to happen is to be in a scuffle | |
| Where my dogs at? | |
| These ain' t my niggas | |
| I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car | |
| Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? | |
| Which way is around? | |
| These grimy motherfucker' s pointin' me out | |
| I wish I had the drink, but then | |
| I' m too intoxed to aim and put the clip in | |
| It' s like the floor' s wet and every step is like | |
| I' m slippin' | |
| And yo, I can' t lose a step, | |
| I feel my enemies followin' | |
| All I got as a weapon is this | |
| Hennessee bottle | |
| I' m talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me | |
| Somebody grabbed me up, " Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" | |
| My ice strillon, | |
| I' m feelin' my arm | |
| Thought my | |
| Roley was gone, now | |
| I wanna swing but | |
| I' m calm Still got that, | |
| DJ musta threw on another hot track | |
| Think it was this one here, bounce to that | |
| Too much Thug | |
| Passion and smokin' | |
| Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' | |
| From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' | |
| Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion | |
| I saw my niggas pull up, | |
| Perelli' s they skidded | |
| They open the car door and tossed me in it | |
| My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy | |
| But one thing' s for sure, | |
| So So Def know how to party Backdrop | |
| All night long ' til when? | |
| Til the early morn it don' t stop | |
| And uh it don' t quit | |
| And uh So So Def with the dope shit, bitch! |
| zuò cí : Dupri, Nas, Reeves | |
| Nas Spit at the world | |
| My lyrics, | |
| I could spit at your girl | |
| Spit when | |
| I hurl, spit on the | |
| Dutch and finish the twirl | |
| Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime | |
| Spit on my watch, make the ice shine | |
| Spit trife lines, . 44 spit slugs out | |
| Ready to thug out at the clubhouse | |
| Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out | |
| My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth | |
| Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... | |
| I know you thought | |
| I' d be locked up | |
| Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now | |
| Got up wit' | |
| JD doh', crazy dough | |
| Queens with the | |
| So So Def, | |
| ATL' s best yeah I know | |
| Every ride up the 95, fly friendly skies | |
| Thug passion for | |
| J Doves, Henneys for | |
| Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit | |
| Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it Chorus Nas | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Queens | |
| Bridge is in the house | |
| This is Nas | |
| Escobar and | |
| I turns it out JD | |
| Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end | |
| Never do I lose, all | |
| I do is win | |
| Cause Collin | |
| Park is in the house | |
| They call me | |
| Don Chi Chi and | |
| I turns it out JD | |
| I' m sumpin' y' all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks | |
| Bitches love me and | |
| I' m duggy from the head to the socks | |
| Too much to handle, here da man of the year | |
| Hit rooms and light' em up like a chandelier | |
| From CP to the | |
| Bridge, y' all know what it is | |
| Been gettin' money like this since | |
| I was a kid | |
| I' m in the corner with bitches and buckets of | |
| Cris Pourin' at the most goin' est nigga wit' shit that showin' it | |
| Now look at my ice, look at your ice, | |
| DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, | |
| DAMN See, | |
| I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me | |
| Copy Chi to the | |
| T cause I' m nice in the 3 black same color | |
| AMG' s T. V' s, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies | |
| You can look up or down, right or left | |
| But all you gon' hear and see is | |
| So So Def Chorus, JD then Nas | |
| Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words | |
| Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs | |
| Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, | |
| I feel faint | |
| Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink | |
| All I hear is beats bumpin', | |
| I' m seein' in doubles | |
| Last thing | |
| I need to happen is to be in a scuffle | |
| Where my dogs at? | |
| These ain' t my niggas | |
| I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car | |
| Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? | |
| Which way is around? | |
| These grimy motherfucker' s pointin' me out | |
| I wish I had the drink, but then | |
| I' m too intoxed to aim and put the clip in | |
| It' s like the floor' s wet and every step is like | |
| I' m slippin' | |
| And yo, I can' t lose a step, | |
| I feel my enemies followin' | |
| All I got as a weapon is this | |
| Hennessee bottle | |
| I' m talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me | |
| Somebody grabbed me up, " Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" | |
| My ice strillon, | |
| I' m feelin' my arm | |
| Thought my | |
| Roley was gone, now | |
| I wanna swing but | |
| I' m calm Still got that, | |
| DJ musta threw on another hot track | |
| Think it was this one here, bounce to that | |
| Too much Thug | |
| Passion and smokin' | |
| Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' | |
| From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' | |
| Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion | |
| I saw my niggas pull up, | |
| Perelli' s they skidded | |
| They open the car door and tossed me in it | |
| My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy | |
| But one thing' s for sure, | |
| So So Def know how to party Backdrop | |
| All night long ' til when? | |
| Til the early morn it don' t stop | |
| And uh it don' t quit | |
| And uh So So Def with the dope shit, bitch! |
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