Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amped Up, artist - Turk. Album song Raw & Uncut, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
Amped Up |
| Step in the club with my air force ones |
| In the back of my bub, I got air force dones |
| Full of that red, white, and blue I’m amped up |
| Fake buckin if you want, you gone get stamped up |
| You gone get these ten in a halves all in yo face |
| We gone take it outside and you gone be a case |
| You gettin ya grace won’t live another day |
| I take this time to fault, time to shoot off your way |
| Ain’t worried bout the charge cause I got the dream team |
| Money, power, respect lil nigga feel me |
| I’m a soldier 5'11 from magnolia |
| Look, don’t talk I’ll show ya |
| You with yo boys look I’m by myself |
| You talkin noise look that’s bad for your health |
| Look, that’s no good, can’t do from the hood |
| We don’t roll like that |
| Homie out of order, homie get it crackin |
| You full of that red, white, and blue and you amped up |
| Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up |
| You full of that absolut you amped up |
| Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up |
| If you full of that henny and you amped up |
| Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up |
| You done had one too many and you amped up |
| Homie buckin if he want, Homie get stamped up |
| I tote gats, got stacks, stay in all black |
| Hope that you that I’m quick to bust back |
| Sell crack, flip that, sometimes I jack |
| Real niggas I run with dog bitches I smack |
| Dog hoes, wear bauds, tee’s and ree’s |
| Do shows, blow joe’s, weed indeed |
| Hit dro’s, spit flow, represent that three |
| Break bread, bitch no, gets nothin from me |
| Fucc with Annie, off Second indeed |
| Bout my fatty, nicca cheese and cream |
| Fuck my daddy, he did nothing for me |
| Just bought a caddy, put it on 23's |
| I’m a stunna, a repper, look I’m ballin bitch |
| Secondline hot stepper, shot calling bitch |
| On fire like pepper just lovin the shit |
| Out of line, I’ma check ya, straight punish ya bitch |
| I ain’t stuntin out for real, I’m quick to kill |
| I ain’t fuccin on the real, I’m slanging that steal |
| Nicca trip get flipped, when they fuccin with turk |
| Spend a ben in the whip, leave ya dick in the dirt |
| Look shit don’t stop at all, I’m still stuntin |
| I know you gone let me ball and get money |
| Long as I got it, I’ma floss, nigga respect |
| You wanna know how much my diamonds cost, then forget it |
| Kenoe, that’s my nigga that’s my nagga |
| Drop the load on me, and I’m back shining |
| Doing it, I’m doing it real big |
| You thought I was gone let it all go nigga shit |
| I’m ready for How I’m Living, come pay me a visit |
| My house half a mill, all my cars kitted |
| Black bent, black jag, black H2 |
| Black coat, with a 750 suzuke |
| My life lovely, beautiful, marvelous |
| Niggas wishin they was in these 10 and halves but |
| Nigga get you like I got me |
| Homie fuck a handout, Homie hustle if you want eat |