Chamillionaire

Turn It Up

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Lyrics for Turn It Up

Intro:
Yea, it’s the name they say is running the game…Chamillitary Man
So go ahead, hand over the torch…super producer…Scott Storch. And of course….
Chorus:
I’ma show you how to get your shine on ((shine on))
Turn it up , the dj playing my song ((my song))
Everybody keep on callin my phone ((my phone))
Which one of yall am I gon take home ((take home))
I’ma show em how to get the club crunk ((get the club crunk))
Pimp somethin’ that’s gone rattle that trunk ((rattle that trunk))
Take ya cup up, until you get drunk ((get drunk))
Tell the dj play it loud and turn the beat up

Verse 1: Chamillionaire
Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do wit it
Who that is
That the the illest rapper
Chop and screwing it
Couldn’t snatch the game
Is what they told me
So I’m proving it
Put the truth in texas with Scott Storch
And you got you a hit
Hit and never miss
Rep your clique and throw em high
Cause Chamillionaire’s the answer to the game like Allen I.
Middle finger’s to sky, if they don’t like that reply
Cause any dj that deny is a muthafuckin lie
Give the ladies what they want
Got em racing to the front
Of the stage to feel the base
And tell the dj turn it up ((turn it up))
Sound of revenge send universal to get my plaque
Rap is dead, so I’ma bring it back
Like djs do when they hear my tracks
Check out my track record
They’ll say I’ma track wrecker
Hotter than a black pepper
Now that I am back nigga ((he’s back))
You can get mad if you feel that shoe and cap
Drop the biggest stats ever
So don’t let plaque hit ya, I’ma show ya
Chorus: ((Repeat))

Verse 2: (Lil’ Flip)
When It’s time to hit the club, I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck, we in the same gang
I’m 20 deep in vip puffing mary jane
Splinter still in my hand from my wood grain
I got homeys on the west who like to gang bang
And I got homeys on the east who do the same thang
I told Johnny put 50 in my pinky ring
5 carat diamond chain
DVS’s in it man
You I rep the dirty dirty where they move cain’
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hypnotic, big bodies of blue paint
We got that spray, but it still stank
You a lame so gang playing mind games
I’m a pimp so I stay in that mind frame
Niggas talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and duke in that Mayback switching lanes

Chorus: Repeat
I’m headed to the bar, I’m headed to the bar.
You know I’m V.I.P, You know I’m V.I.P
Said you’re rolling with a star, you’re rolling with a star
You’re V.I.P with me, Chamillitary
Verse 3: Chamillionaire
Chamillitary the biggest threat to any of these rapper
That think he doing it
Who that is
That’s them boys from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining
They say our jewelry sick
Houston got a problem and you don’t want nothing to do with it
Do ya kid, I ain’t think so, I’m tipping slow
When my trunk is lifting up
Look at the neons in it glow
Groupies never giving up
They be every I go
When that elevator go up
To my suite they have fasho
Told me that she didn’t care about money, wasn’t hearing it
Looks can be deceiving as chameleon paint appearance is
You know how we do where that home of screw and purple syrup is
She get turned out quicker than my power steering did

Chorus: Repeat

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