"Turn It Up" as written by and Stephony Smith....
We grind ya'll
Bounce back, open your mind ya'll
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Ya'll know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya'll press rewind
Hope you feelin fine
Watch me combine and intertwine
The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line
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 Splif
In the blue 5S's
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Move, baby no time for second guesses
Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's
Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses
Like make it mo hot baby

Turn it up, I want to 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 want to 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, word is bond
Baby let's get it on
I never steer you 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
Moving along
Yo, honey body look real strong
Watch your ass swing
Hanging like a medallion
Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
What you asking for?
Relax, I'm bout to give you some more
Where the liquor store?
Hit you with some more metaphor
The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before
Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet
Spark it like ingelet, chickens breaking their neck
Yo we play to win
Such a shame, shit is a sin
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
Every time my flows speak
I caress the whole beat
Just like the body guard Les straight walking the street
We get down

Turn it up, I want to 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 want to 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, come on baby just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas trying to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly and chase hoes
Ecuadorians soft lips and straight nose
Making dough
When we ripping the paid show
Get the money and dip, whippin' the Range Rove
Now we making grands
We name brand
We make plans, change plans
Then we expand across land
Do it properly
Yo, I said open sesame
The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be
Yo, landscape
We arrange a whole shape
Rock the fly tape
Then I continue to skyscrape
Like blah!
So hot

Turn it up, I want to 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 want to 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 want to make it so hot baby
I want to make it real loud just
I want to feel it so hot just


Lyrics submitted by spliphstar

"Turn It Up" as written by Mabon Hodges Al L. Green

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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    General CommentA literal translation:

    We sell drugs, everybody
    Please relax and open your mind, everyone
    Dance sexually with your entire posterior until you twist your waistline
    You all know the time
    Hello, can you feel the bass line?
    Make a lot of money
    And dance, feel the bassline
    So consistently genuine, Busta redefines.
    The good people know what is happening
    And it causes you to rewind (the song)
    I hope you are feeling alright.
    Watch me combine and intertwine
    The song we are playing makes you act against the rules
    We think nothing of
    Many different kinds of villain
    And react like an angry porcupine
    If you try to take what's mine. (note subjective disagreement we\mine)
    Pick up my black person's drug-taking paraphenelia
    In a specified location
    The car is tan and has blue head rests
    Let us hurry, there is no time to contemplate further
    We use many words and have the right rhythm and the flow has finesse
    We have many publications spreading love and happinesses
    The song is so fantastic that DJs scratch even our tests of it
    And we can make it even better

    Chorus:

    Turn it up, I want to hear it a high volume, just
    Turn it up, so we can enjoy it in the attic, baby
    Turn it up, we need to remove the roof, so just
    Turn it up, I need to raise the temperature, baby

    Verse 2:

    Hello. What is going on is a secret.
    Let's have sex.
    I never say that incorrectly.
    Please take off your underwear
    And I'll put an unspecified object in your spirit like the holy Kyron
    I have a most excellent song
    It is sweet like honey chicken dijon.
    Onto the next thing,
    Your body looks very strong
    I am watching your buttocks swing
    And hanging like a medallion
    Exercise, please, let me see you take up a large area of floor
    What are you asking for?
    Relax, for I am about to give you some more.
    Where is the off-license?
    I will create some metaphors for you to hear.
    The unperverted, good, very good stuff, you've not seen it before
    Hit the floor at speed, on your mark, get set, we will soon leave
    Light it quickly, chickens are breaking their necks
    Hello. We play to win
    It's a shame, since this is a sin.
    The temperature is high, it bubbles within your skin
    Everytime I perform or speak
    I caress the whole beach
    Just like a bodyguard called Les walks straight down the street
    We enjoy it

    Chorus

    Hello. Come on, just feel my temperature.
    Many attractive women are ready for black people who act bravely
    Relax, male friend, you're better off if you try to behave
    And spend money while those without are trying to save
    Be inconspicuous, I say so, my currency
    Is bought in on a stack of cheese by the castros
    Make clothes
    Or stay fashionable and chase prostitutes
    Equally soft lips and a straight nose
    Making money
    When we perform the paid show
    We get the money and leave, in a Range Rover
    Now we are making thousands
    And we name brands
    We make plans, change plans
    Then we expand across land
    Do it properly
    Hello, I said open sesame
    The recipe is a very good song. It's got to be.
    Hello, landscape.
    We arrange an entire shape
    And record a fashionable record
    Then I continue to scrape the sky
    Like blah!!!!!!!!(?)
    So good

    Chorus
    Reidsanon September 10, 2005   Link

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