DJ DRAMA & FABOLOUS - All The Way Turnt Up lyrics

rate me

We ball'n over here

Tune into the game

Call me Rose Bryant

Call Patron James

We walk up in the jawn thick

Tell em play my song quick

And we gone make a fuck'n movie

Like a porn flick

We on a mission

We the James Bond click

We kill'n til the bars close Convict

Shawty I was born slick

Short temper long dick

Hit you with this magic stick

After that we gone trick

Wala no leash on my colla

And if that bitch is molla

I'm single as a dolla

Smoke west coast kush

In my boy Impala

Got me in the Carmelo

Fuck'n with that Lala

Niggas say they can't be seen

Ain't nobody look'n though

Turn the heat up on that beef

Ain't nobody cook'n though

A section full of them bitches

That Yo Gotti Look'n foe

Yeah that's them 5 stars

The get money drive cars

They got them bang'n bodies

With out the knife scar

They take them shots to the head

And survive y'all NICE

This the flyest shit you may have heard

We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word

Hit the spot like a god know'n hoes and greenery

Watch full of cuts blow'n spinach check the scenery

East side high try'n not to spill my lean on me

Oh shit dope dick bet your woman feign on me

Mic check test 1, 2 blue sing on me

You destined for fame don't you be ashamed

Tune into the game if that's Patron James

Then call me Dewayne Spade

Ain't no body in my lane

Purple Rain True Trees Reggie Kush

She don't do me only Reggie Bush

I'm a fall back though I don't ever push

1 head 4 chicks 8 legs Octopus

Nigga you don't know all about that

I'm a Telemundo freakin for the weekend

Eat'n clams mussels lobster

Kitchen bed sofa

Stretch'n like Rosa Acosta partna

You know I'm the coldest

On my North Pole shit

While you on your rock'n South Pole when it's cold shit

Don't ask me for hooks you can't afford my focus

Ya turns up Trigga turnt up