Chris Webby - Turnt Up Lyrics
[Intro, Dizzy Wright]Like nah nah nahNah nah nah, nah nah nahNah nahNahNah nah nah, nah nah nah[Verse 1, Webby]C Web in the booth and I speak it realGot another beat to killAnd I be roasting mother*****ersRest In Peace Patrice O'NeilRoll up another bluntNow how that Diesel feel?Got me swerving manWho the f**k gave me the wheel?Who the f**k gave me these pills?Now I'm off in another dimensionIn need of an interventionCause these drugs are too f*****g expensiveBut I'm feeling terrific dudeBanging these broads with no f*****g protectionYeah, what were you saying babe?I wasn't paying any f*****g attentionRumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruiseLiving it like a pirate manAlways got me a barrel of boozeSkipping the foodGo right for the tiramisuSipping and ripping the bubblerPuffing until I can barely moveLay back and then stare at the moon, oohBippidy bobbidy booWebby be ripping it properly tooHipping and hopping and rambling s**tCause these pills I've been popping have got me confusedScrewed up, burn it downLight it up, pass it aroundI'm a bad boy b***hYou didn't know? You know it now[Hook:]We just doing what we doing, and we'll never give a f**kPut some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled upWe just living like whatever and we'll never have enoughBout to get this m**********r turned up (turned up)Like nah nah nahNah nah nah, nah nah nahNah nah nahNah nah nah, nah nah nah[Verse 2, Dizzy]I'm not the one you want a problem withPositive, you better follow itSwear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirrorSupporting my confidenceA little weed, you could throw it on top of thisWe get it popping, yo b***h getting toplessNow that you know, n****s adopting the flowN****s can't stop this s**tThe problem is we won't acknowledge itBut me and Webby (I wanna get that)If that n***a wanna get mad, sit up and get upAnd f**k that (get that)Now I'm playing like a kid on the black topGot the juice with a flat topYou got a flat faceBad boy, it's a bad dayLook at me sideways, and I'ma hit you with a uppercutToo cold, better bundle upHuddle up cause we coming upTurnt up, finna f**k it upI guarantee that the crowd go crazyWhen I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucksBoy we out here grindinSmoking the finest, getting the highestGetting the mommas, you know when I'm comingJust smell for the ganjaVegas, soldierz, taking overTraveling and taking shotsTattoo shops, don't forget the place to rockI need a nasty girl to taste the c***In the office, running all over these n****sLike b*****s, you n****s is softer than n****sThat just got to prison, this Project X s**t is realSomebody pass the god damn liquor[Hook:][Verse 3: Webby]That rap phenomenonInked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta monH. A. M. On the mic, no RamadanGo on and on, and leave with a soccer momCause I kill that beatRoll one up in that Swisher SweetSticky green, sticky greenWith orange hairs, like Pete and PeteFlowing double time when I... The beatHolding up mine when I hit the streetBurn so much, I be high for weeksSpit it so dirty, I need new sheetsMy grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheeseI'm talking ak47, Purple Kush and Sour DPut it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolledSprinkle some keef on it, and then away we goGet in the flow, lighting up heady to droPartying on, got that confetti to throwKilling the spot from the momentThat Webby'll step in the doorHit some s**t, got my pencil grippedInstrumental ripped, living lifeAbove the law, and way under the influenceGetting mine while the price highWhat can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy[Hook:]
