Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn It Out, artist - Jurassic 5. Album song Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Turn It Out |
Yo, we are no superstars |
Who wanna be large and forget who we are |
Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars |
No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars |
Cause stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the |
Asphalt, they incinerate cause we came |
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill |
For those who appreciate those with skills |
And fresh windmills, and graf that kills |
What is a DJ without the scratch to build? |
Without the elements, it’s all irrelevant |
Niggas love to Freestyle but hate to Fellowship |
Yeah, taste the city’s agenda, most of you outta town niggas |
Get caught up and turn bitter, the city of bullshitters |
Where hopes are blown, not even money for the phone |
Now tell me what’s the solution, how to get back home? |
Yo, don’t get caught up in glamor and glitz and camera tricks |
The Land of the Debt, before you come examine your set |
Where drama collects and women use special effects |
Where amateur stunts can make a nigga damage your fronts |
Uh, the California Sunkist with a twist of limelight |
Some set trip on the Sunset Strip |
Belive the Hyde Boulevard nice, the glamorous life |
Many searching for the fame but can’t afford the price |
She would turn you out if you wasn’t prepared |
She would tell you the things you wanted to hear |
She would blur your vision when it once was clear |
This chick is full of tricks so approach with fear, cause |
Yo, we are no superstars |
Who wanna be large and forget who we are |
Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars |
No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars |
You say you love LA, you say the weather is great |
Plenty sun in your face, you like the cars with bass |
You like the way we paperchase and the women that shake |
In the land of earthquakes and high crime rates |
A lot of people is fake, this is Hollywood |
We shape the minds of kids in every hood |
We make your past situation look good |
The nights filled with Suge’s and I wish you would |
Can dance with Alvin Ailey and Les Miserables |
In this century city, you can walk on the stars |
Sex, money, and murder, yeah it’s all 4 to 5 |
Cause fame and passerby with the name immortalized |
On the avenue of stars, many names are called |
On the boulevard, known for leaving permanent scars |
Many dreams get robbed, real movie macabre |
Young heartthrobs get young heart sobs, cause |
«Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Hollywood, California!» |
The city of angel’s wings represents people’s hopes and dreams |
And the evil that men do that live life close to kings |
And boast supreme, fancy cars, coats, and cream |
Material things provoke more folks to scheme |
Whether you paid your cost, Cali green made you cough |
The smog covers the city like a table cloth |
Is it fame at fault? |
Entertainers labeled soft |
The place where people come to lose their train of thought |
Despite the claims of what LA is and what it ain’t |
The picture the city paints that overexaggerates |
Within the circus, if you’re filling this service purpose |
Some feel it ain’t worth it, the city that’s got you nervous |
And make you injure, and get up out of here nigga |
Cause LA never considered for those that need baby sitters |
This is the hot bed for singles and newlyweds |
Some looking for better gigs or fiending to make it big |
It’s the only place where stars are born |
And we are the only ones that can’t be worn |
Out, by any place regardless of the cost |
Cause brothers with big dreams, sometimes they get LAUSD cause |
Yo, we are no superstars |
Who wanna be large and forget who we are |
Don’t judge us by bank accounts and big cars |
No matter how bright we shine we’re far from being stars |
Cause stars fall, and disintegrate before they hit the |
Asphalt, they incinerate cause we came |
Not to destroy the law but to fulfill |
For those who appreciate those with skills |
And…, and… |
What is a DJ without the (scratching) |
Without the elements, it’s all irrelevant |
(I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it) |