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Chamillionaire - "Turn It Up (Remix)"
Lyrics to Turn It Up (Remix) : (*Talking*) Chamillitary- S.U.C. mix, hol up This is the Sound of Revenge This for all my O.G. Screw Heads Rest in Peace to Fat Pat, DJ Screw [Hook] Ima show ya, how to work a wood wheel Chrome lady, leaning over that grill Getting money, repping for the hood still You know, Ima keep it all the way trill Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4s Hit a club, man we finna get thoed Got the world, body rocking fa sho so Tell the DJ, to screw it down for me real slow [Chamillionaire] Making a good feeling grinning, gripping the wood wheeling Candy dos glassy 4s, sitting up under the hood bending You know how we live it, swangas under the hood spinning You could look at my five fingers, see its nothing but wood in em Man got to do it, when I do it I do it big Them haters getting pissed, Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click Head out to the crib, stick ya fingers in the fridge Someing cold to get ya throwed, go on fill it up to the lid The multi-colored bling, raises up my self-esteem Got me feeling like the only thing, hot as myself is steam Dont mean to cause a scene, but almost everytime Im seen Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jewelers dreams Out that Houston Texas, where we bigger but we badder Im a Southern nigga, you could see it in my swagger I could go commercial, but I wont cause I would rather Keep heat and keep it street, Sound of Revenge Ima get at ya boy [Hook] [Lil O] Ima show you boys, how to work a wood wheel First thing game face on, hand on a steel You gotta be ready, in the land of the trill Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping, lil man its for real Second thing dog, when your hands on the grain It never hurts, to have a lil ice in your ring Unless the boppers know, that you got a lil change So they gotta come correct, cause youre not the one for games Third thang dog, man your trunk gotta knock So they hear ya ten seconds, fore you come around the block If you wanna square it off, stop and drop the top Chunk up the deuce, then let your trunk pop And when your trunk pop, man that bitch gotta glow Pay attention dog, Im a break em off pro Ya tuned into the sounds, of that boy Lil O Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze in the H, this how it go nigga [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] Lets get it crunk lets make it jump, H-A-Dub on keep it pump Smoke a blunt pop a trunk, Ima teach you boys how to stunt H-Towns my stomping ground, a legend from the underground You heard the buzz in your town, a new king has been crowned Turn it up a lil bit, cause this jam is the shit This is the Remix, and H.A.W.K. was the perfect fit Now this is a smash hit, produced by Scott Storch The effort Im gon put forth, Ima blaze a track like a human torch In H-Town we do it up, Chop it up and Screw it up Purple weed and purple stuff, now everybody doing us Heres the deal grab the wheel, at stop signs we dont yield Swang left then swang right, dont let your damn drank spill The real deal aint no bluff, am I the baddest sho nuff Now turn that damn music up, and make sho its slowed up Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town And if you aint from around, this how it go down [E.S.G.] Yeah E.S.G. now the king is back, Chamillionaire next up to bat Get up in the cats well snatch your tracks, sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black Down here our music Slowed, dont prefer no 6-4s Than a 66 Lincoln, with the suicide dos Trunk glow sitting low, like my last name was Kennedy Sound scan man, sold a million independently O.G. like Im Eazy, hot boy like Weezy Got the hood saying yeeeah, like Im Young Jeezy Sipping on drank my bed is swollen, hotel suites with Kelly Rowland Texas, Louisiana, Georgia drop top Cheves rolling "Wanna be a Baller" I wrote that, Screw microphone I broke that Get out of line, Ill send your ass where the Pope at Bentley Coupe-a me and Koopa, tipping by them state troopers Round here, boys disappear like it was a roofer Land of the trill, got me grill grilling woman Every summer dropping bombs, like we was out in London yeah [Hook] (*talking*) Respect the originator, Rest in Peaces DJ Screw Stay down and stay thoed, and stay true [ Turn It Up (Remix) Lyrics ]
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