Turn It Up
Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Bounce back, open your mind ya'll
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Ya'll know the time
Hey yo feel the base line
Stack the overdrive
Bounce, baby feel the incline
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
The wicked knew the dime
Makin ya'll 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, pick up my nigga Splif
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 want to 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
Turn it up, I want to 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
Yo, word is bond
Baby let's get it on
I never steer you wrong
Baby girl take off your thong
Let me put it in your spirit like the Holy Quran
Got the mega song
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
Moving along
Yo, honey body look real strong
Watch your ass swing
Hanging like a medallion
Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
What you asking 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 breaking their neck
Yo we play to win
Such a shame, shit is a sin
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
Every time my flows speak
I caress the whole beat
Just like the body guard Les straight walking the street
We get down
Turn it up, I want to 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 real hot, baby
Turn it up, I want to 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
Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Flip money while broke niggas trying to save
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Make clothes
Or stay fly and chase hoes
Ecuadorians soft lips and straight nose
Making dough
When we ripping the paid show
Get the money and dip, whippin' the Range Rove
Now we making 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 skyscrape
Like blah!
So hot
Turn it up, I want to 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
Turn it up, I want to 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 want to make it so hot baby
I want to make it real loud just
I want to feel it so hot just
In Busta Rhymes's song Turn It Up, the lyrics encourage listeners to let loose and enjoy themselves. The repetition of "Turn it up" suggests that the volume should be increased to fully experience the music. The use of figurative language in lines like "Shine a nickel nine on all kinds of little swine" and "Sweet like honey chicken dijon" adds a playful edge to the lyrics. Busta Rhymes also incorporates themes of hustling and making money, with lines like "Flip money while broke niggas trying to save" and "Now we making grands, we name brand, we make plans, change plans, then we expand across land." In the end, the overall message of the song is to have fun and enjoy life.
Line by Line Meaning
We grind ya'll
We work hard and hustle for success, y'all
Bounce back, open your mind ya'll
Recover from setbacks and be open-minded, y'all
Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline
Put in maximum effort until you feel the burn, y'all
Ya'll know the time
You know what's up, y'all
Hey yo feel the base line
Listen and feel the strong bass, y'all
Stack the overdrive
Push it to the limit, y'all
Bounce, baby feel the incline
Move and feel the elevated rhythm, y'all
So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine
Busta Rhymes always brings originality and authenticity to the game, y'all
The wicked knew the dime
The haters recognize the talent and success, y'all
Makin ya'll press rewind
The music is so good, you have to play it again, y'all
Hope you feelin fine
Hope you're enjoying yourself, y'all
Watch me combine and intertwine
Watch me mix and blend different elements, y'all
The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line
The music makes you dance and cross boundaries, y'all
Shine a nickel nine
Show off and flex with a shiny gun, y'all
On all kinds of little swine
Target and take out all types of haters, y'all
Stick the worst of porcupine
Deal with the most difficult enemies, y'all
If you tryin to take mine
If you're trying to steal or compete with me, y'all
Yo, pick up my nigga Splif
Call and get my friend Splif, y'all
In the blue 5S's
Driving a BMW 5 series in blue, y'all
Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses
Wearing a tan outfit with blue headrests in the car, y'all
Move, baby no time for second guesses
Let's move quickly with no hesitation, y'all
Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
Been perfecting the right rhythm and flow, y'all
Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's
We're making money and spreading positivity, y'all
Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses
The music is so hot, DJs are scratching the test records, y'all
Like make it mo hot baby
Make it even hotter, y'all
Yo, word is bond
I'm telling the truth and being honest, y'all
Baby let's get it on
Let's have sex, y'all
I never steer you wrong
I always lead you in the right direction, y'all
Baby girl take off your thong
Take off your underwear, y'all
Let me put it in your spirit like the Holy Quran
Let me give you a spiritual experience, y'all
Got the mega song
Got the hit song, y'all
Sweet like honey chicken dijon
Smooth and delicious, like a honey dijon chicken dish, y'all
Moving along
Continuing to progress, y'all
Yo, honey body look real strong
Your body looks sexy and fit, y'all
Watch your ass swing
Watch your hips move, y'all
Hanging like a medallion
Hanging low and attracting attention, like a medallion, y'all
Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor
Work out and show me some dance moves, y'all
What you asking for?
What do you want from me, y'all?
Relax, I'm bout to give you some more
Relax and get ready for more pleasure, y'all
Where the liquor store?
Where can we buy some alcohol, y'all?
Hit you with some more metaphor
Impress you with some more figurative language, y'all
The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before
Fresh and unique music that you've never experienced, y'all
Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet
Get ready to leave quickly, y'all
Spark it like ingelet, chickens breaking their neck
Ignite the party and make people dance, y'all
Yo we play to win
We always aim for victory, y'all
Such a shame, shit is a sin
It's a pity and immoral, y'all
So hot baby body heat bubble your skin
The temperature is high and causing sweating, y'all
Every time my flows speak
Every time I rap, y'all
I caress the whole beat
I control and enhance the entire rhythm, y'all
Just like the body guard Les straight walking the street
Confident and cool like a bodyguard named Les, y'all
We get down
We party and dance, y'all
Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave
Experience my intensity and energy, y'all
A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave
There are many talented rappers ready for challengers, y'all
Chill son, you better off if you behave
Relax and behave, it's for your best interest, y'all
Flip money while broke niggas trying to save
Make money while others struggle to save, y'all
Lay low, I say so, my pesos
Stay low and follow my instructions, y'all
Import my cheese stack by the castros
Import my wealth from Cuba, y'all
Make clothes
Design and sell clothing, y'all
Or stay fly and chase hoes
Stay fashionable and pursue women, y'all
Ecuadorians soft lips and straight nose
Ecuadorian women have desirable lips and noses, y'all
Making dough
Making money, y'all
When we ripping the paid show
When we perform at high-paying concerts, y'all
Get the money and dip, whippin' the Range Rove
Collect the cash and leave in a Range Rover, y'all
Now we making grands
Now we're earning a lot of money, y'all
We name brand
We're well-known and respected, y'all
We make plans, change plans
We make and alter our goals, y'all
Then we expand across land
We expand our reach and influence, y'all
Do it properly
Do it the right way, y'all
Yo, I said open sesame
I said the magic word to open doors, y'all
The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be
The recipe for success is to be fresh and hot, y'all
Yo, landscape
Yo, look around, y'all
We arrange a whole shape
We create a unique and cohesive image, y'all
Rock the fly tape
Play the dope music, y'all
Then I continue to skyscrape
Then I keep rising and succeeding, y'all
Like blah!
Like that! Let's go, y'all
Turn it up, I want to hear it real loud, just
Increase the volume, I want to fully enjoy the music, y'all
Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby
Turn up the music so we can dance and have fun, y'all
Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just
Raise the volume to a level where the energy is explosive, y'all
Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby
Turn up the heat and make the experience even more intense, y'all
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: AL L. GREEN, MABON HODGES, TREVOR SMITH
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