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 Lyricist: Busta Rhymes
 Lyrics: 
 Ha (You feel good?)Yo, uh-uh, yo
 Yo-yo-yo-yo! Yo
 Yeah-yeah, yeah
 Ha, ooh
 
 Recline, y'all! Bounce back, open your mind, y'all
 Grind your whole ass 'til you twist your waistline
 Y'all know the time! Ayo, feel the base line
 Stack the overdrive, bounce, baby, feel the incline
 So genuine, every time Busta redefine (Woo!)
 The wicked new design makin' y'all press rewind
 Hope you're feelin' fine! Watch me combine and intertwine
 The bounce rock skates that make you cross the fine line (Ooh!)
 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 Spliff in the blue 5-S's
 Sportin' out tan, interior blue head restses
 Move, baby, no time for second guesses
 Then articulate the right bounce as the flow finesses
 Yo, we gettin' papers, spread love and happinesses
 Shit blazin' so hot, DJ's scratch the test presses
 
 Like make it mo' hot, baby, 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, 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!
 
 Yo, ayo, word is bond, baby, let's get it on
 I never steer ya wrong, baby girl, take off your thong
 Let me put it in your spirit like the holy Qur'an
 Got the mega song, sweet like honey chicken Dijon
 Movin' along, yo, honey body look real strong
 Watch yo' 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-death shit, you never seen it before
 Hit the deck, on your mark, get set, we 'bout to jet
 Spark it like ingelet, chickens breakin' they neck
 Yo, we play to win! Such a shame, shit is a sin
 So hot, baby, body heat bubble your skin
 Every time I flow, speak, I caress the whole beach
 Just like the body guard Les straight walkin' the street, we get down!
 
 Real hot, baby, turn it up! (Ha!)
 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 real hot, baby, turn it up!
 I wanna hear it real loud, just turn it up!
 So we can party in the loft, baby, turn it up! (Yo, yo, yo)
 We need to tear the roof off, so just turn it up! (Yo-yo-yo, yo!)
 
 Yo, come on, baby, just feel my heat wave
 A lot of hot ones ready for niggas who act brave, uh
 Chill, dun, you better off if you behave, uh
 Flip money while broke niggas are tryin' to save, uh
 Lay low, I say so, my pesos, uh
 Import my cheese stack by the Castros, uh
 Make clothes or stay fly and chase hoes, uh
 Equatorians soft lips and straight nose, uh
 Makin' dough when we rippin' the paid show, uh
 Get the money and dip, whippin' the Range Rove'
 Now we makin' grands, we name brand, we make plans, ah
 Change plans, then we expand across land
 Do it properly, yo, I said, 'Open sesame'
 The recipe be the hot shit, it's gots to be, yo!
 Landscape, we arrange yo' whole shape
 Rock the fly tape, then I continue to sky scrape, like blaaah!
 
 So hot, we gotta turn it up! (Ha! Hahaha!)
 I wanna hear it real loud, just turn it up! (Aha, ahahaha, haha)
 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, love, 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 wanna make it so hot, baby!
 I wanna make it real live, just
 I wanna feel it so hot, just
 
 
		
		
	
 
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