Lyrics: Beatnuts. Turn It Out.

Yo, yoo, hey, whatchu gon' do, whatchu gonna do?
Hey yo, tell me Beatnuts, yo whatchu gon' do?
Turn it out, turn it out, uhh, turn it out, uhh, turn it out
Hey yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out

Uhh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out

Yo where my niggaz at? Buy up the bar, roll a trizzie
Right out of the jar and let the bullets fly outta they car
Put the pressure on whatever they are
Live niggaz yo, you gotta hit the head or the heart

Oh, it's money man? Handle your biz, we the ones
That'll strangle your kids, make the pitbulls mangle your wiz
Make it hotter than Los Angeles is
'Cause if we don't see a profit kid, nobody lives

Aiyyo, we run up in the club and herb every bouncer
Run up on stage and snatch a mic from the announcer
Beatnuts, don't get it twisted, this ain't salsa
Les the one that signed your bitch's chest like a voucher

I'm about ta, turn it up a little louder
Beats smack a little harder, got you sayin'
"How the hell did you do that over there?"
Twist up nigga, there's Buddha in the air, and

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

Yo, aiyyo, somethin' better happen tonight, I got money
And the bitches is right, plus I ain't thinkin' 'bout startin' a fight
But if I do I'll be the last nigga standin'
Sippin' J.D. at the bar, holdin' the cannon

My niggaz get wild like that
Yo we don't even like to smile like that
C'mon I'm takin' it to trial like that
Catch me chillin' at the VIP's
All the bitches like pointin' at me, you know it's me, what?

We're 'bout to turn it out, turn it out
(I repeat)
Put it out and let the DJ's burn it out
As soon as, the needle drop, it got your crew bouncin'
Beatnuts, feelin' this, through the 2000

Rapin' loops innocently, cop anything
Produced by me and win instantly, yo
This is that shit you gon' peep in your CD
Beatnuts and my nigga Greg N I C E

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about bout

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just turn it out, out
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout
Gettin' cash money what we be about, 'bout

And if you drink Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drink Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
And wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Drinkin' Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Hennessey, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Drinkin' Moet, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air
Drinkin' Alize, say, "Oh yeah"
Wave yo' Dutchmasters in the air

Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts
Fellas say, "HOE", ladies shake your butts
Greg N I C E, with the Beatnuts

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out

Check it out, just check it out
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, just check it out
Check it out, just check it out

Ah, Brickland, it's time to turn it out
Chi-Town, New Orleans turn it out
D.C., Atlanta, turn it out

Philly, Miami, turn it out
V-A, Houston, turn it out
B-more, Detroit, we got to turn it out, out

Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon
Ah, dance, dance and don't stop, c'mon