Turn It Up (Remix)

(*Talking*)

Chamillitary- S.U.C. mix, hol' up

This is the Sound of Revenge

This for all my O.G. Screw Heads

Rest in Peace to Fat Pat, DJ Screw

[Hook]

I'ma show ya, how to work a wood wheel

Chrome lady, leaning over that grill

Getting money, repping for the hood still

You know, I'ma keep it all the way trill

Trunk pop, sitting crooked on 4's

Hit a club, man we finna get thoed

Got the world, body rocking fa sho so

Tell the DJ, to screw it down for me real slow

[Chamillionaire]

Making a good feeling grinning, gripping the wood wheeling

Candy do's glassy 4's, sitting up under the hood bending

You know how we live it, swangas under the hood spinning

You could look at my five fingers, see it's nothing but wood in em

Man got to do it, when I do it I do it big

Them haters getting pissed, Chamillitary and Screwed Up Click

Head out to the crib, stick ya fingers in the fridge

Some'ing cold to get ya throwed, go on fill it up to the lid

The multi-colored bling, raises up my self-esteem

Got me feeling like the only thing, hot as myself is steam

Don't mean to cause a scene, but almost everytime I'm seen

Looking like another scene, out of Johnny the Jeweler's dreams

Out that Houston Texas, where we bigger but we badder

I'm a Southern nigga, you could see it in my swagger

I could go commercial, but I won't cause I would rather

Keep heat and keep it street, Sound of Revenge I'ma get at ya boy

[Hook]

[Lil' O]

I'ma show you boys, how to work a wood wheel

First thing game face on, hand on a steel

You gotta be ready, in the land of the trill

Cause if them jackers catch ya slipping, lil' man it's for real

Second thing dog, when your hands on the grain

It never hurts, to have a lil' ice in your ring

Unless the boppers know, that you got a lil' change

So they gotta come correct, cause you're not the one for games

Third thang dog, man your trunk gotta knock

So they hear ya ten seconds, 'fore you come around the block

If you wanna square it off, stop and drop the top

Chunk up the deuce, then let your trunk pop

And when your trunk pop, man that bitch gotta glow

Pay attention dog, I'm a break 'em off pro

Ya tuned into the sounds, of that boy Lil' O

Da Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze in the H, this how it go nigga

[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.]

Let's get it crunk let's make it jump, H-A-Dub on keep it pump

Smoke a blunt pop a trunk, I'ma teach you boys how to stunt

H-Town's my stomping ground, a legend from the underground

You heard the buzz in your town, a new king has been crowned

Turn it up a lil' bit, cause this jam is the shit

This is the Remix, and H.A.W.K. was the perfect fit

Now this is a smash hit, produced by Scott Storch

The effort I'm gon put forth, I'ma blaze a track like a human torch

In H-Town we do it up, Chop it up and Screw it up

Purple weed and purple stuff, now everybody doing us

Here's the deal grab the wheel, at stop signs we don't yield

Swang left then swang right, don't let your damn drank spill

The real deal ain't no bluff, am I the baddest sho' nuff

Now turn that damn music up, and make sho' it's slowed up

Screwed up or Slowed down, we representing H-Town

And if you ain't from around, this how it go down

[E.S.G.]

Yeah E.S.G. now the king is back, Chamillionaire next up to bat

Get up in the cats we'll snatch your tracks, sit Lacs blue and the Porsche is black

Down here our music Slowed, don't prefer no 6-4's

Than a '66 Lincoln, with the suicide do's

Trunk glow sitting low, like my last name was Kennedy

Sound scan man, sold a million independently

O.G. like I'm Eazy, hot boy like Weezy

Got the hood saying yeeeah, like I'm Young Jeezy

Sipping on drank my bed is swollen, hotel suites with Kelly Rowland

Texas, Louisiana, Georgia drop top Cheve's rolling

"Wanna be a Baller" I wrote that, Screw microphone I broke that

Get out of line, I'll send your ass where the Pope at

Bentley Coupe-a me and Koopa, tipping by them state troopers

Round here, boys disappear like it was a roofer

Land of the trill, got me grill grilling woman

Every summer dropping bombs, like we was out in London yeah

[Hook]

(*talking*)

Respect the originator, Rest in Peaces DJ Screw

Stay down and stay thoed, and stay true