Turn It Up [nba Remix] Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Yeah! 

It's the name they say is running the game 

Chamillitary mayne 

Flip in the building! 

So go ahead and hand over the torch 

Super producer Scott Storch 

And of course 

I'ma show you how to get your shine on 

(Get your shine on) 

Turn it up the DJ playing my song 

(My song) 

Everybody keep on calling my phone 

(My phone) 

Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? 

(Take home) 

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk 

(Club crunk) 

Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk 

(Their trunk) 

Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk 

(Get drunk) 

Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up 

Give me that million dollar beat 

And let me show you what to do with it 

Who that is? 

That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it 

Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it 

Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit 

Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high 

'Cause Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I 

Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply 

Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu**** liar 

So give the ladies what that want 

Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage 

To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up 

(Turn it up) 

Yeah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to get my plaques 

Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back 

Like DJ's do when they hear my track 

Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka 

Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga 

(He's Back) 

You can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit ya 

Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya 

I'ma show you how to get your shine on 

(Get your shine on) 

Turn it up the DJ playing my song 

(My song) 

Everybody keep on calling my phone 

(My phone) 

Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? 

(Take home) 

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk 

(Club crunk) 

Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk 

(Rattle their trunk) 

Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk 

(Get drunk) 

Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up 

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 V.I.P. puffin' mary jane 

Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain 

I got homies on the West who like to gangbang 

And I got homies on the East who do the same thang 

I told Johhny put 50 in my panky rang 

5 karat diamond chain VVS is in it mayne 

You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane 

You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank 

Hpnotiq, big bodies with blue paint 

We got Big Oomp spray, but it still stank 

You a lame so yo dame playin' mind games 

I'ma pimp so I stay in that mindframe 

Niggaz talk shit until I let that nine bang 

Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes 

I'ma show you how to get your shine on 

(Get your shine on) 

Turn it up the DJ playing my song 

(My song) 

Everybody keep on calling my phone 

(My phone) 

Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? 

(Take home) 

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk 

(Club crunk) 

Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk 

(Rattle their trunk) 

Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk 

(Get drunk) 

Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up 

Headed to the bar 

(I'm headed to the bar) 

You know I'm V.I.P. 

(You know I'm V.I.P.) 

And since you're rollin' with a star 

(You're rollin' with a star) 

You're V.I.P. with me 

(Chamillitary) 

Ha ha 

Chamillitary the biggest threat to 

Any of these rappers that thinkin' they doin' it 

Who that is? 

That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big 

Multi-colored diamonds got us shining they say our jew'ry sick 

Houston got a problem and you don't want nuttin' to do wit it 

Do ya, kid? 

I ain't think so I'm tippin' slow 

When my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow 

Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go 

When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho' 

Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it 

Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances 

You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup is 

She got turned out quicker than my power steering did 

I'ma show you how to get your shine on 

(Get your shine on) 

Turn it up the DJ playing my song 

(My song) 

Everybody keep on calling my phone 

(My phone) 

Which one of y'all am I gon' take home? 

(Take home) 

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk 

(Club crunk) 

Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk 

(Rattle their trunk) 

Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk 

(Get drunk) 

Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up