Turn It Up Remix
Chamillionaire Lyrics

Chamillitary, S.U.C. mix, hol' up
Chamillitary, Screwed Up Click remix, wait a sec

This is the Sound of Revenge
This is my album, Sound of Revenge

This for all my O.G. Screw Heads Rest in Peace to Fat Pat, DJ Screw
This is for my old-school fans and to pay respect to Fat Pat and DJ Screw who passed away

I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel Chrome lady, leaning over that grill Getting money, rapping for the hood still You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill
I'm going to demonstrate how to handle a wood steering wheel, with a lady by my side, making money and making music for the community while staying real

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
My car's trunk bounces on the 4 wheels as we get ready to go to the club, where we're going to have a good time and make the crowd dance. I'll ask the DJ to slow down the tempo using screw it down technique

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
I'm feeling happy driving while grasping the wood steering wheel with chrome wheels, under the car's hood is even more chrome. We tend to ride like this, with spinners and five wooden rings on my hand

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 Something cold to get ya throwed, go on fill it up to the lid
I always do things in a grand manner, which makes some people envious. When I get home, I'll get a cold drink and make it full to get happy. We, the Screwed Up Click and Chamillitary, represent greatness.

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 every time I'm seen Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams
My jewelry with different colors is boosting my confidence, making me feel hot like steam. Not to attract unwanted attention, but every time someone sees me, they think I came out of Johnny the Jeweler's shop

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
I'm from Houston, where we are better and tougher. Being from the South reflects in my attitude. Even though I could make popular music, I won't veer away from my roots, which can be heard on my album Sound of Revenge. I'll come at you if needed.

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
Always be ready to defend yourself here, for that matter everywhere, it's essential to have a game-face with your hand on your gun. In the land of the real gangsters, if you lose your concentration, trouble awaits you.

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
The second thing I want to impart is that you should deck your hand with jewelry when driving. But beware, only do this when you have significant cash. Otherwise, the thieves will come after you, and you're not the one to be fooled

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
The third thing is that your car's sound-system must be so good that you can hear it from a distance of 10 seconds. If you want to show off, stop and lower the roof, raise your hands, and open the trunk simultaneously

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
When you open the trunk, your system should have luminescent lights, so it looks gorgeous. Listen carefully; I'm providing valuable advice. You are listening to Lil' O's music, who's the most resourceful when it comes to dealing with wealth in Houston

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
Let's be energetic. Houston is the place to be. We get high and roll our cars. In this song, I'll show you how to display in an impressive manner. Houston is where I grew up, and people call me a legend. I bet you know me well

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
Increase the volume slowly, the remix is fascinating, especially H.A.W.K.'s contribution. It's a future hit, thanks to Scott Storch's production. I'm putting in more effort than ever, and I'm confident my song will be blazing

In H-Town we do it up, Chop it up and Screw it up Purple weed and purple stuff, now everybody doing us
In Houston, we are known for doing everything grandly, and we combine our music with a unique technique, Chopped and Screwed. Purple color is famous here, and now everyone wants to copy 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
Let me explain; at stop signs, we usually don't stop. Instead, we take the chance to turn left or right. But, hold your drink steady, please don't spill it. I am not lying when I say I am the finest of all. Increase the music volume and slow it down a bit

Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town And if you ain't from around, this how it go down
We, Screwed Up Click, and Chamillitary, represent Houston and our music is a combination of Chopped, Screwed and slowed-down. This is how we roll in Houston, and that's how it will always be.

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
I want to acknowledge E.S.G, who's made a comeback, and after him, it's my turn to shine. I usually don't take tracks from colleagues, but I might do so. My car is blue and black. When it comes to cars, we like our music Slowed, and preferably like the '66 Lincoln car with an unusual door style

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 yeah, like I'm Young Jeezy
The trunk of my car is so luminous and low that it shares its shine with my last name's, Kennedy. I sold a million records all by myself. I abide by the principles of an O.G. like Eazy-E, and I'm equally hot like Weezy, the rapper. Wherever I go, people say, 'yeah', as they do with 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
I'm having a drink, and I will require plenty of space to lie down. I and Kelly Rowland had an extravagant suite. We prefer to drive convertible cars in Texas, Louisiana, and Georgia. My song, 'Wanna be a Baller,' was created by me. I am not very fond of my microphone; it's not rare for me to break it. If you irritate me, I will send you packing to the Pope

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 were out in London, yeah
Me and Koopa are blazing in the Bentley Coupe car, and we've been fortunate rubbing shoulders with state troopers. Here, people vanish mysteriously like the roofer. I'm flashing my shiny grill while I'm charming the ladies. Every summer, we release excellent music, as if we are in London

Respect the originator, rest in pieces, DJ Screw Stay down and stay thoed, and stay true
Pay respect to the original artist, the late DJ Screw, who's no more. Keep it real, stay low, and stay positive