J'sar - Turn It Up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah Chuck Clasik on the track and J'sar on it n***as acting like they don't want to turn the music up n***as acting like they don't want to blow a speaker out or something [Verse 1: J'sar] Blunt smokers, puff choke up The b**hes that I pull, they be posing on posters Live action, climaxes Closed door meetings with dimes defines pa**ion J'sar, the rap n***a we pa** liquors Get mad twisted and don't wake up Until the afternoon we stayed up through the A.M My record in the sound deck the only way you'll play him But pay him or otherwise its middle fingers, who lit the weed up Security 'a try to flip us have our feet up We V.I.P.'ers so we don't give a We give 'em, cold shoulder shivers, n***a I'm on to something y'all n***as just on something Keep on fronting, end up in a hold, throw a rose on it On a sunny day I throw a little gold on it With the diamond reflection it'll blind you in seconds [Hook: J'sar] These motherf**ers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up Uh uh uh uh uh These motherf**ers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up Uh uh uh uh uh These motherf**ers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up Uh uh uh uh uh These motherf**ers acting like they don't wanna turn the music up Uh uh uh uh uh [Verse 2: J'sar] Smooth style crooked smilers We making albums we make it big you hate the outcome They used to doubt us now they surround us Everywhere we go we see stranger that can tell you everything about us Now that's living you just a witness just like a snitch is I bet when sh** get real you start to chirpin' Just like a bird will my flow the swine flu Should I remind you, if you hot that makes me you times two Chuck Clasik reynolds wrapped it soon as he tracked it Me, I'm J'sar, not your average rapper I'm fitted capped up in the back of a black truck A duck wiping nut off her lip before we pulled up I hop out like and what feeling like Sampson Incredible Hulk minus Hypnotic, Henny be on the rocks You send a shot we send a shot don't be stupid Play it cool whenever you maneuver near the cops [Hook] [Verse 3: J'sar] Drug dealers, thugs, k**ers Real n***as and cool cats who want riches And plus b**hes who want riches they gold diggers But no sista no spend'a no trick'a It's in my genes like denim to get up in 'em If I give 'em anything that's prostitution, that's illegal I keep a clean palm to show to the law While my fingernails is dirty they can't see 'em at all Masterminds, the plot thickens we rock Timberlands Whip cars exotic emblems Talk digits and talk often You talk losses then talk coffins we no nonsense One for the blocka two for the locked up three for the flossers Who wrist be rocked up this for the chain and the watches This for the pros and the n***as who don't know sh** Who learn it all from rap music keep taking notes kid [Hook] [Outro]