"Start It Up (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Young Jeezy, Swizz Beatz)
Yeah
So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin')
When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-fucka!)
You understand me?
Ha (You know what it is)
Better get low, nigga!
I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti
He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos
Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-fucka
Bitches on your dog like fleas in this ma-fucka
So many chains might freeze in this ma-fucka
Walked past a bitch like breeze in this ma-fucka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-fucka
Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-fucka
Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider
Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter
Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki
While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute
I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me
Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet
Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet
Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet
Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh
Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat
Them lil nigga just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many niggas to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute
Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley)
Rock the party, (rock the party)
Move your body, (move your body)
Wassup, (wassup)
Everybody, (everybody)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah
Ladies and gentlemen!
My mind state, raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake
Push an avalanche, the alpine shake
The coupes, vanilla beam
Deceased as pound cake
In my condo bitches with tatties on
Walls full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long
My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on
Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone
You can't hide it, I smell the fear
I can't either, you smell a millionaire
All crack money, now rap money
Poor platinum niggas, fuckin' rap dummies
I rap mummies, that's kilograms
My brother's keeper like Nino's man
That's G money, ghetto D money
1996, Master P money, gone
(Ah, hahaha)
So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin')
When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-fucka!)
You understand me?
Ha (You know what it is)
Better get low, nigga!
I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti
He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos
Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-fucka
Bitches on your dog like fleas in this ma-fucka
So many chains might freeze in this ma-fucka
Walked past a bitch like breeze in this ma-fucka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-fucka
Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-fucka
Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider
Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter
Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki
While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute
I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me
Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet
Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet
Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet
Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh
Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat
Them lil nigga just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many niggas to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick
You want a problem?
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Start it up (vroom vroom)
Wait a minute
Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley)
Rock the party, (rock the party)
Move your body, (move your body)
Wassup, (wassup)
Everybody, (everybody)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Start it up (vroom, vroom)
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah
Ladies and gentlemen!
My mind state, raise the crime rate
Break a whole brick down for old times sake
Push an avalanche, the alpine shake
The coupes, vanilla beam
Deceased as pound cake
In my condo bitches with tatties on
Walls full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long
My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on
Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone
You can't hide it, I smell the fear
I can't either, you smell a millionaire
All crack money, now rap money
Poor platinum niggas, fuckin' rap dummies
I rap mummies, that's kilograms
My brother's keeper like Nino's man
That's G money, ghetto D money
1996, Master P money, gone
(Ah, hahaha)
