Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up |
Turn It Up
Busta Rhymes We grind ya'll Bounce back, open your mind ya'll Ya'll know the time Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline Hey yo feel the base line Stack the overdrive So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine Bounce, baby feel the incline Makin ya'll press rewind The wicked knew the dime Hope you feelin fine Watch me combine and intertwine Shine a nickel nine The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line On all kinds of little swine If you tryin to take mine Stick the worst of porcupine 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 Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just 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 Hit you with some more metaphor Where the liquor store? The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet Such a shame, shit is a sin Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck Yo we play to win So hot baby body heat bubble your skin I caress the whole beach Everytime I flow speak Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street We get down 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 make plans, change plans We name brand Then we expand across land Yo, I said open sesame Do it properly 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 |