Chamillionaire

Turn It Up (Remix)

Chamillionaire


(*Talking*) 
Chamillitary- S.U.C. mix, hol' up 
This is the Sound of Revenge 
This for all my O.G. Screw Heads 
Rest in Peace to Fat Pat, DJ Screw 

[Hook] 
I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel 
Chrome lady, leaning over that grill 
Getting money, repping for the hood still 
You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill 
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 

[Chamillionaire] 
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 
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 
Some'ing cold to get ya throwed, go on fill it up to the lid 
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 everytime I'm seen 
Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams 
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 

[Hook] 

[Lil' O] 
I'ma show you boys, how to work a wood wheel 
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 
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 
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 
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 

[Hook] 

[H.A.W.K.] 
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 
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 
In H-Town we do it up, Chop it up and Screw it up 
Purple weed and purple stuff, now everybody doing 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 
Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town 
And if you ain't from around, this how it go down 

[E.S.G.] 
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 
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 yeeeah, like I'm 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 
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 was out in London yeah 

[Hook] 

(*talking*) 
Respect the originator, Rest in Peaces DJ Screw 
Stay down and stay thoed, and stay true