Turnt Up Songtext
von Chris Webby featuring Dizzy Wright

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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Something like that
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Yeah
See Web in the booth and I speak it real
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherfuckers
Rest in peace Patrice O′Neal

Roll up another blunt
Now how that diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the fuck gave me the wheel?
Who the fuck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension


In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive
But I′m feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no fucking protection

Yo what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any fucking attention

Rumbling engine
Rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sipping and ripping the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon

Ooh, bippity boppity boo
Webby be ripping it properly dude

Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I been popping have got me confused
Screwed up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy, bitch you didn′t know?
You know it now


We just doing what we doing
And we′ll never give a fuck
With some liquor in my bottle
And some ganja rolled up
We just living like whatever
And we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up
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I′m not the one you want a problem with
Positive, you better follow it

I swear I'm ready for whatever
Standing in front of my mirror, supporting my confidence
A little weed, you can throw it on top of this
We get it popping, your bitch getting topless
Now that you know
Niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can′t stop the shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby gonna get that nigga
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up

Fuck that, get that nigga

Now I′m playing like a kid on the blacktop
I got the juice with the flat top
You got a flat face, bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
I′m too cold, better bundle up

Huddle up cause we coming up

Turnt up, finna fuck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy when I hit the stage
You can bet a hundred bucks
We′ll be out here grinding
Smoking the finest, getting the highest

Beating them mamas
You know when I'm coming, just smell for the ganja

Vegas soldier, taking over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, tats, we at the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas like bitches
You niggas is softer than niggas that just got to prison
This Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor

We just doing what we doing
And we′ll never give a fuck
With some liquor in my bottle
And some ganja rolled up
We just living like whatever
And we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up
Like na na na

Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na

That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic-Con, rasta mon
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on and leave with a soccer mom, uh

Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up and that swisher sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs like Pete & Pete
Throw it double time when I freak the beat
Rolling up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets

My grinder′s full and I ain't talking turkey cheese
I′m talking AK-47, purple kush, and Sour D

Put it in a bowl, or get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment that Webby'll step in the door
In some shit, got my pencil gripped, instrumental ripped
Living life above the law and way under the influence

Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy

We just doing what we doing
And we′ll never give a fuck
With some liquor in my bottle
And some ganja rolled up
We just living like whatever
And we′ll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up
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