Titel: Turn It Up
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Verse 1:
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\n We grind ya'll
\n Bounce back, open your mind ya'll
\n Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
\n Ya'll know the time
\n Hey yo feel the base line
\n Stack the overdrive
\n Bounce, baby feel the incline
\n So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
\n The wicked knew the dime
\n Makin ya'll press rewind
\n Hope you feelin fine
\n Watch me combine and intertwine
\n The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line
\n Shine a nickel nine
\n On all kinds of little swine
\n Stick the worst of porcupine
\n If you tryin to take mine
\n Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
\n In the blue 5S's
\n Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
\n Move, baby no time for second guesses
\n Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
\n Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's
\n Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses
\n Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in*
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\n Chorus:
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\n Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just
\n Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
\n Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just
\n Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby
\n (repeat first three lines, finish with 'Turn it up')
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\n Verse 2:
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\n Yo, word is bond
\n Baby let's get it on
\n I never say it wrong
\n Yo baby girl take off your thong
\n Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron
\n Got the mega song
\n Sweet like honey chicken dijon
\n Movin along
\n Yo, honey body look real strong
\n Watch your ass swing
\n Hangin like a medallion
\n Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
\n What you askin for?
\n Relax, I'm bout to give you some more
\n Where the liquor store?
\n Hit you with some more metaphor
\n The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before
\n Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet
\n Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck
\n Yo we play to win
\n Such a shame, shit is a sin
\n So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
\n Everytime I flow speak
\n I caress the whole beach
\n Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street
\n We get down
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\n Chorus
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\n Verse Three:
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\n Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
\n A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave
\n Chill son, you better off if you behave
\n Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save
\n Lay low, I say so, my pesos
\n Import my cheese stack by the castros
\n Make clothes
\n Or stay fly a chase hoes
\n Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
\n Makin dough
\n When we rippin the paid show
\n Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove
\n Now we makin grands
\n We name brand
\n We make plans, change plans
\n Then we expand across land
\n Do it properly
\n Yo, I said open sesame
\n The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be
\n Yo, landscape
\n We arrange a whole shape
\n Rock the fly tape
\n Then I continue to skyscrape
\n Like blah!!!!!!!!!!!
\n So hot
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\n Chorus
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