Get Up (turn It Up) Lyrics - Singles - Cj

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

No fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

Bring it back, let's go one time 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

Now fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, now let's jump 

Tear this-tear this mutha up! 

Round one, that's right, you suck at life 

All these chickens wanna catch me? Catch a flight 

Worship the King, kneel get a blister 

Got you seeing double, Sister-Sister 

Kill 'em, behead 'em, hang 'em on the wall 

Eating 'em like I'm a - cannibal 

ya'll n*ggas can't even spell that 

Bottle full of OFF, repel that 

So let me tell you this Mister 

This swag can't be cured with no Elixir 

I am the one you want, and I am the one you fear 

Got them tangled up, a game of Twister 

Cause ya'll know what the f*ck I do 

Driving n*ggas down the Avenue 

Get a different quote and you might surpass 

These n*ggas so dirty, they can wipe my ass 

No no, I didn't mean that 

I'm a good little boy, where my fiend at? 

Got flows so sick, and my heads a brick 

And all you haters, you can suck my - 

No no I didn't mean that 

Wait wait, oh yes I mean that 

You chickens can't ball, you're on the bench 

And drinking water bottles that are full of - 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

No fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

Bring it back, let's go one time 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

Now fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, now let's jump 

Tear this-tear this mutha up! 

Uh-oh there goes that kid they broke the cage and let him in 

Mister I double L Y R I X he runs the game no stress, no sweat 

I'm buying the bar, who's taking shots, tell the DJ turn it up a notch, Let's get crunk, let's get loud, I'm trying to rock this whole crowd 

Here we go I'm back in, Dro-Drop bombs like Afghan 

VIP is where I stay, poppin' bottles 'til the next day 

Sun goes up I'm halfway started, Sun goes down welcome to the party 

Head-bob, rock side to side, fist pump, do whatever you like 

Get crazy do a mosh-pit, stage dive like you the shhhh 

Rock Star, that's my life. Whatever it costs I'll pay the price 

Swagged out I'm feeling so great, groupies wanna kick it like Karate 

I'm living, this is the way to go. You only live once, that's the motto bro 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

No fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

Bring it back, let's go one time 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Tell the DJ turn it up 

Now jump back, now jump up 

Now fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, throw 'em in the sky 

fist pump, now let's jump 

Tear this-tear this mutha up!