Turn It Up (Remix)

Chamillionaire

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    (*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]
    I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel
    Chrome lady, leaning over that grill
    Getting money, repping for the hood still
    You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill
    Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4's
    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 do's glassy 4's, 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 it's 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
    Some'ing 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
    Don't mean to cause a scene, but almost everytime I'm seen
    Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
    Out that Houston Texas, where we bigger but we badder
    I'm a Southern nigga, you could see it in my swagger
    I could go commercial, but I won't cause I would rather
    Keep heat and keep it street, Sound of Revenge I'ma get at ya boy

    [Hook]

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    [Lil' O]
    I'ma 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 it's 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 you're 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, I'm 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.]
    Let's get it crunk let's make it jump, H-A-Dub on keep it pump
    Smoke a blunt pop a trunk, I'ma teach you boys how to stunt
    H-Town's 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 I'm gon put forth, I'ma 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
    Here's the deal grab the wheel, at stop signs we don't yield
    Swang left then swang right, don't let your damn drank spill
    The real deal ain't no bluff, am I the baddest sho' nuff
    Now turn that damn music up, and make sho' it's slowed up
    Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town
    And if you ain't 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 we'll snatch your tracks, sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black
    Down here our music Slowed, don't prefer no 6-4's
    Than a '66 Lincoln, with the suicide do's
    Trunk glow sitting low, like my last name was Kennedy
    Sound scan man, sold a million independently
    O.G. like I'm Eazy, hot boy like Weezy
    Got the hood saying yeeeah, like I'm Young Jeezy
    Sipping on drank my bed is swollen, hotel suites with Kelly Rowland
    Texas, Louisiana, Georgia drop top Cheve's rolling
    "Wanna be a Baller" I wrote that, Screw microphone I broke that
    Get out of line, I'll 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

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    Composición: Scott Storch

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