Busta Rhymes - Turn It Up lyrics

Ugh, ha ugh, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yo, yo
Yeah, ugh ha

We grind y'all
Bounce back, open your mind y'all
Grind your whole ass 'til
You twist your waistline y'all know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline, so genuine
Every time
Busta redefine, the wicked knew the dime
Makin' y'all 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, big up my nigga Spliff 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 wanna 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

Yo, word is bond baby let's get it on
I never steer ya wrong
Yo baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your
Spirit like the holy Qur'an
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken Dijon movin' along
Yo, honey body look real strong
Watch your ass swing
Hangin' like a medallion
Exercise baby let me see you
Spread on the floor what you askin' 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 breakin' their neck
Yo we play to win
Such a shame, shit is a sin
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
Every time I flow speak
I caress the whole beach
Just like the body guard Les
Straight walkin' the street we get down

Turn it up, I wanna 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

Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready
For niggas that act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas tryin' to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes or stay fly a chase hoes
Equatorians soft lips and straight nose
Makin' dough when we rippin' the paid show
Get the money and dip, whip in the Range Rove
Now we makin' 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 sky scrape like blah!
So hot we gotta

Turn it up, I wanna 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