Verse 1:



We grind ya'll

Bounce back, open your mind ya'll

Grind your whole ass till you twist your waistline

Ya'll know the time

Hey yo feel the base line

Stack the overdrive

Bounce, baby feel the incline

So geniune, everytime, Busta redefine

The wicked knew the dime

Makin ya'll press rewind

Hope you feelin fine

Watch me combine and intertwine

The bounce rock skates make you cross the foul line

Shine a nickel nine

On all kinds of little swine

Stick the worst of porcupine

If you tryin to take mine

Yo, pick up my nigga Splif

In the blue 5S's

Sportin out tan, interior blue head restses

Move, baby no time for second guesses

Been articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses

Yo we gettin papers spreadin love and happiness's

Shit blazin so hot DJ's scratch the test presses

Like make it mo hot baby *chorus comes in*



Chorus:



Turn it up, I wanna hear it real loud, just

Turn it up, so we can party in the loft, baby

Turn it up, we need to tear the roof off, so just

Turn it up, I need to make it mo hot, baby

(repeat first three lines, finish with 'Turn it up')



Verse 2:



Yo, word is bond

Baby let's get it on

I never say it wrong

Yo baby girl take off your thong

Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Kyron

Got the mega song

Sweet like honey chicken dijon

Movin along

Yo, honey body look real strong

Watch your ass swing

Hangin like a medallion

Exercise baby let me see you spread on the floor

What you askin for?

Relax, I'm bout to give you some more

Where the liquor store?

Hit you with some more metaphor

The raw, hot to def shit you never seen it before

Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we bout to jet

Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin their neck

Yo we play to win

Such a shame, shit is a sin

So hot baby body heat bubble your skin

Everytime I flow speak

I caress the whole beach

Just like the body guard Les straight walkin the street

We get down



Chorus



Verse Three:



Yo, come on baby just feel my heat wave

A lot of hot ones ready for niggas that act brave

Chill son, you better off if you behave

Flip money while broke niggas tryin to save

Lay low, I say so, my pesos

Import my cheese stack by the castros

Make clothes

Or stay fly a chase hoes

Equatorians soft lips and straight nose

Makin dough

When we rippin the paid show

Get the money and dip, we in the Range Rove

Now we makin grands

We name brand

We make plans, change plans

Then we expand across land

Do it properly

Yo, I said open sesame

The recipe, be the hot shit, it's got to be

Yo, landscape

We arrange a whole shape

Rock the fly tape

Then I continue to skyscrape

Like blah!!!!!!!!!!!

So hot



Chorus