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Turn It Up
Masta Ace Incorporated
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Paula Perry
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Leschea
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Turn that system up and I'm
I'm bumpin' around the town
Keep the levels high so you can feel my focus sound
I gotta get with my peeps
What's goin' on tonight?
Volume can't be low so please just turn it up just right
Who you be, baby?
It's time the world knew
Paula Perry, individual, down crew
Now tell 'em who you be
It's the realness for real
It's the Mass to the Ace, bass deep, I can feel it
Yo, lyrical scientist
Man with an outstanding gift
Bass vibrator specialist
You keep the chrome tones boomin' out in tandem
Understand this?
Well check this, baby
You eat MC's like Reese's
In a verbal tussle with your brain muscle
Playin' niggas out like Latin hustle
I never seen no female hold her own in this arena
How you be doin'?
Ivory soap ain't comin' any cleaner
You be rippin' motherfuckers ears off
Amplifiers, gain higher
Burnin' wack MC's like fire
Hot, servin' Brooklyn with your girth
Rippin' through the PJ's, pimpin', man, listen
Uh-huh, well you be doin' some of the illest shit I ever seen
I mean, representin' the Fourth to make the green
The windows of your world must be tinted
'Cause ain't no hoes seein' you
Bonnie and Clyde style, it's me and you
Turn that system up and I'm
I'm bumpin' around the town
Keep the levels high so you can feel my focus sound
I gotta get with my peeps
What's goin' on tonight?
Volume can't be low so please just turn it up just right
How you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
Yo, I wanna turn it up
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
I wanna turn it up
I see you with your Guess Polo Gucci Lucci like Susan
How you cruisin'?
I'm cruisin' through the Fourth, it's no illusion
Plus you're cruisin' full effect
Hit the deck and stay low like snake bellies
And baby, call me on the celly
Icon, don, earth shaker
Producer, all about the money maker
Niggas better have audio control
'Cause Ace got the bass boomin' out your Phoenix gold
No distortion, caution
If your amps ain't got enough watts, turn it off then
You be representin' the Brooklyn section
Correction, I mean Crooklyn, the gun collection
Is mad extensive, expensive as jewelry
Ain't gonna be no fuckery or foolery
If niggas step up like staircases
The Ace has got your back, Paula, baby, on whatever basis
It gotta be
'Cause ain't none of y'all as real as you say
So put your tombstones away
Hey, how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
Yo, I wanna turn it up
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
So how you feel, baby?
How you feel?
I wanna turn it up
Turn that system up and I'm
I'm bumpin' around the town
Keep the levels high so you can feel my focus sound
I gotta get with my peeps
What's goin' on tonight?
Volume can't be low so please just turn it up just right
Who you be, baby?
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