Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up Lyrics
Verse 1:We grind yallBounce back, open your mind yallGrind your whole ass till you twist your waistlineYall know the timeHey yo feel the base lineStack the overdriveBounce, baby feel the inclineSo geniune, everytime, busta redefineThe wicked knew the dimeMakin yall press rewindHope you feelin fineWatch me combine and intertwineThe bounce rock skates make you cross the foul lineShine a nickel nineOn all kinds of little swineStick the worst of porcupineIf you tryin to take mineYo, pick up my nigga splifIn the blue 5ssSportin out tan, interior blue head restsesMove, baby no time for second guessesBeen articulate the right bounce as the flow finessesYo we gettin papers spreadin love and happinesssShit blazin so hot djs scratch the test pressesLike make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in*Chorus:Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, justTurn it up, so we can party in the loft, babyTurn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so justTurn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby(repeat first three lines, finish with turn it up)Verse 2:Yo, word is bondBaby lets get it onI never say it wrongYo baby girl take off your thongLet me put it in your spirit like the holy kyronGot the mega songSweet like honey chicken dijonMovin alongYo, honey body look real strongWatch your ass swingHangin like a medallionExercise baby let me see you spread on the floorWhat you askin for?Relax, Im bout to give you some moreWhere the liquor store?Hit you with some more metaphorThe raw, hot to def shit you never seen it beforeHit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jetSpark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neckYo we play to winSuch a shame, shit is a sinSo hot baby body heat bubble your skinEverytime I flow speakI caress the whole beachJust like the body guard les straight walkin the streetWe get downChorusVerse three:Yo, come on baby just feel my heat waveA lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act braveChill son, you better off if you behaveFlip money while broke niggas tryin to saveLay low, I say so, my pesosImport my cheese stack by the castrosMake clothesOr stay fly a chase hoesEquatorians soft lips and straight noseMakin doughWhen we rippin the paid showGet the money and dip, we in the range roveNow we makin grandsWe name brandWe make plans, change plansThen we expand across landDo it properlyYo, I said open sesameThe recipe, be the hot shit, its got to beYo, landscapeWe arrange a whole shapeRock the fly tapeThen I continue to skyscrapeLike blah!!!!!!!!!!!So hotChorus
