DJ Drama & Fabolous All The Way Turnt Up lyrics

Hey shawty, we all the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up

We ballin' over here, tune into the game
Call me Rose Bryant, call Patron James
We walk up in the jawn thick, tell 'em play my song quick
And we gone make a fuckin' movie like a porn flick

We on a mission, we the James Bond click
We gon' killin' 'em 'til the bars close, convict
Shawty, I was born slick, short temper long dick
Hit you with this magic stick after that we gone trick

Wala, no leash on my colla
If that bitch is Molla, I'm single as a dolla
Smoke west coast kush in my boy Impala
Got me in the Carmelo fuckin' with that Lala

Niggas say they can't be seen, ain't nobody lookin' though
Turn the heat up on that beef, ain't nobody cookin' though
A section full of them bitches that Yo Gotti lookin' fo'

Yeah, that's them 5 stars, they get money, drive cars
They got them bangin' bodies without the knife scar
They take 'em shots to the head and survive y'all, nice

This the flyest shit you may have heard
We all the way up in this Too Short's favorite word

All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice

All the way turnt up, yo, all the way turnt up, nice
All the way turnt up, yo, all the way

Hit the spot like a God knowin' hoes and greenery
Watch full of cuts blowin' spinach, check the scenery
East side high, tryin' not to spill my lean on me
Oh shit, dope dick, bet your woman feign on me

Mic check test 1, 2, blue sing on me
You destined for fame, don't you be ashamed
Tune into the game if that's Patron James
Then call me Dewayne Spade, ain't nobody in my lane

Purple Rain, True Trees, Reggie Kush
She don't do me, only veggie bush
I'ma fall back though I don't ever push
1 head, 4 chicks, 8 legs octopus

Nigga, you don't know all about that
I'm a Telemundo freakin' for the weekend
Eatin' clams, mussels, lobster, kitchen bed, sofa
Stretchin' like Rosa Acosta partna

You know I'm the coldest on my North Pole shit
While you on your rockin' South Pole when it's cold shit
Don't ask me for hooks, you can't afford my focus
Ya turns up, Trigga turnt up

All the way turnt up, yeah, all the way turnt up, yeah
All the way turnt up, yeah, all the way turnt up, yeah, yeah