E-40 - Turn It Up lyrics

[C Ballin] I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h [E-40] I got no time for no silly games I'm out here in this trap trying have my change I f** with real bosses, I don't f** with lames Califor-n-i-a is the state I claim b**hes on my ankle like a ankle bracelet Cuz I'm relevant and I ain't outdated s**ers looking at me like they wana fade They f** around they gona get emlimate Bossy, flossy, fetty stretchy like pilates Got a black belt hustlin, not karate The best thing sense the slot machine She a dime spitter, a couple of lines and that b**h is mines Now I don't know what you been thinking But I've been the sh** in my region Ever sense I can remember Ever sense I been breathing Hollin at a vixen, plotin on some kitten When I start spittin, she starts strippin [C Ballin] I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h [E-40] I pa**ionate about my paper man I ain't got time for games The child sh** ain't in my program man I mean it to you all lanes I'm bossy, once I get started its hard to stop me man I go Lieutenant rosta boss I ain't Captain save a ho I let a b**h know I got no ho, b**h I'm poo You gata dig me for me, that's the way it's gona go I be galaxy man, I be spacin When I'm spacin I mean my space be in flight and a ho as n***a tryin test my patience Colt 45 case, and I ain't talkin about the beer I talkin street instrumentals, music to my ears I ain't no petty n***a with a face tat and a six pack But I bet I could beat your b**hes couchie back Skinny n***as winning right now When the big n***a come back in style b**h [C Ballin] I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h [E-40] You call it swag I call it stylin You nutin to me I nutin to nothing I could be broker then you But I got more respect and more power Right now I sell CD's But I used to slang powder I ain't gata have no paper to get me skin I just give had her my phone and she punch her number in Mack game Big boss talk I don't make it rain And I don't pay for yoak You see the big face Rolex watch The VS1 clarity watch The jacket made out of fox You know how much that cost The three dimensional diamond More carrots then bugs bunny Taylor made and hand crafted like Customize like King Johnny Some times I like to spoil myself All that hatin ain't nutritious Its bad for your health What about murder mouthin Talk down on a boss Through that n***a a towel He been dipped in s**er sauce [C Ballin] I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h I turn it up on a b**h