"Turn It Up" lyrics

Ha
You feel good?
Yo, uh-uh, yo
Yo-yo-yo-yo! Yo
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Ha, ooh

Recline, y'all! Bounce back, open your mind, y'all
Grind your whole ass 'til you twist your waistline
Y'all know the time! Ayo, feel the base line
Stack the overdrive, bounce, baby, feel the incline
So genuine, every time Busta redefine (Woo!)
The wicked new design makin' y'all press rewind
Hope you're feelin' fine! Watch me combine and intertwine
The bounce rock skates that make you cross the fine line (Ooh!)
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 Spliff in the blue 5-Ss
Sportin' out tan, interior blue head rests-es
Move, baby, no time for second guesses
Then articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
Yo, we gettin' papers, spread love and happinesses
Shit blazin' so hot. DJs 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!
We need to tear the roof off, so just turn it up!
I need to 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!
We need to tear the roof off, so just turn it up!

Yo, ayo, word is bond, baby, let's get it on
I never steer ya wrong, baby girl, take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Quran
Got the mega song, sweet like honey chicken Dijon
Movin' along, yo, honey body look real strong
Watch yo' 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-death 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
Every time I flow, speak, I caress the whole beach
Just like the body guard Les straight walkin' the street, we get down!

Real hot, baby, turn it up! (Ha!)
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 real 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! (Yo, yo, yo)
We need to tear the roof off, so just turn it up! (Yo-yo-yo, yo!)

Yo, come on, baby, just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave, uh
Chill, dun, you better off if you behave, uh
Flip money while broke niggas are tryin' to save, uh
Lay low, I say so, my pesos, uh
Import my cheese stack by the Castros, uh
Make clothes or stay fly and chase hoes, uh
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose, uh
Makin' dough when we rippin' the paid show, uh
Get the money and dip, whippin' the Range Rover
Now we makin' grands
We name brand
We make plans
Ah
Change plans, then we expand across land
Do it properly, yo. I said, "Open, sesame."
The recipe be the hot shit. It's got's to be, yo!
Landscape, we arrange yo' whole shape
Rock the fly tape, then I continue to sky scrape, like blah!

So hot, we gotta turn it up! (Ha! Ha-ha-ha!)
I wanna hear it real loud, just turn it up! (Aha, aha-ha-ha, ha-ha)
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, love, 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 wanna make it so hot, baby!
I wanna make it real live, just
I wanna feel it so hot, just