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Jermaine Dupri

Turn It Out (Intro)

 

Turn It Out (Intro)

(álbum: Life In 1472 - 1998)


[Nas:]
Uh, spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl
Spit facts, spit on wax my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine
Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out
Ready to thug out at the clubhouse
Chickens who licking or spit a nut out
My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth
Careful, coming at me's like hanging yourself, at a [?]
I know you thought I'd be locked up
Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now
Got up with JD though, crazy dough
Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know)
Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies
Thug passion for J Doves, Henny's for Nas
Then we mix that shit, tip that shit
Pass it around, hood to hood, everybody get with it

Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause Queensbridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out

[Jermaine Dupri:]
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause College Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out

I'm sumping y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks
Too much to handle, here the man of the year
Hit rooms and light 'em up like a chandelier
From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is
Been getting money like this since I was a kid
I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris
Pouring at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showing it
Now look at my ice, look at your ice, damn!
Look at my life, look at your life, damn!
See, I got niggas wanting to drop me, top me, stop me
Copy Chi to the T 'cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's
TV's, front and back pack with nutting but ladies
You can look up or down, right or left
But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def

Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause College Park is in the house
They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out

[Nas:]
Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause Queensbridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out

Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words
Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs
Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint
Trying to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumping, I'm seeing in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle
Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas Allah
Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car
Trying to make it through the crowd, which way is out?
Which way is around? These grimy motherfuckers pointing me out
I wish I had the joint
But then I'm too intoxic to aim and put the clip in
It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slipping
And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies following
All I got as a weapon is this Hennessy bottle
I'm talking to myself, my peoples should be sticking with me
Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture with me"
My ice grill on, I'm feeling my arm
Thought my Rollie was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm
Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track
Think it was this one here, bounce to that
Too much Thug Passion and smoking
Made it outside, mouth wide, vomitting, gagging and choking
From behind, niggas plotting and scoping
Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is moving in slow motion
I saw my niggas pull up, Pirellis they skidded
They open the car door and toss-ed me in it
Cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy
But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party

All night long ('Til when?)
'Til the early morn' (It don't stop)
And uh (It don't quit)
And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!)

feito

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