Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Out , by - Jurassic 5. Song from the album Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn It Out , by - Jurassic 5. Song from the album Feedback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTurn 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) |
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