Mike Tune - Turn Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bottles coming/ hoes fallin/
I'm feeling great I ain't party in no college/
Turn up da bass/
Turn up da audio/
Burn up the blunts/
Now I feel its time to get naughty tho/
Vodka crushed cubes/
God gift in my blunt/
2 bong loaded flat time make your lungs pump/
Bottles coming/ hoes fallin
Flow stupid since I've deducted all the knowledge/
White boy ego like I graduated Harvard/
Slim thug pockets wanna ball like tony Parker/
Shoot a couple 3 hit em all like its the finales/
Made exam and I passed /
Now I'm feeling so glad/
Get off my ass
Wipe me down cool me off/
I'm so hot textures made of dessert/
Burn in every spot/
Nigga thoght a mad Glock/
Jolly green giant I'll smoking down with my block/
Semi or the automic if you want it lets pop/
Deflate a few niggas like I shoot a room balloons/
Releasing all the air/
Gas storming the air/
Tipsy creeping
Make so quick you'll lose when you blink in/
Hulisin in your mind fast glance
No view ciroc in my cup
Bottles coming/ hoes fallin
I been on my shit/
Since mollie took place in the enviorment/
That'll be 2 years 6 months /
No intention on retirement/
Hard cover like a frying pan/
Burn quick like its solar tan/
4 different levels like I'm stocking pill poppin the zans /
Rockstar ego solo knockin the bands/
Armaliation warrior like the killin started top pin the fans/


Til i recreated pop/
New styles different language & saying /
Form a vision made it vivd/
Lifes image postponed/
Sec added smoke a blunt /
Reachin my zone/
Comparisons of both/
Proving fact That they ain't label a joke/
Known to be about same/
And that b koolin wit Glocks/
Call me oven I heat the streets/
And I'll toast up your block/
Burnt bread it don't matta /
I'm a foo for the stock/
Mohawk on my head /
Got mo numbers /
Prolly uping your flock/
You say yo bitch is kinda bad/
Well let her flop on my cock/
Smoke a dove lose the keys/
Box closed with lock/
I seen the jolly green giant/
Last night in blunt/
And had king king beating/
All of in my pump/
Mary Jane got me stuck/
Flow kick wit a punt/
TD on that L 6 pts /
And then clump/
Stack Rollin over loading /
Its myself plus a squad/
30 dope roasting ass niggas/
All focused on wauds/
Test a member bet you fail/
Like a commitment for god/
I could never live up/
Thats why took back a couple places to hide/
Unseen like its camo/
Dark glance ur boy in discise/
Cold blooded thoughts twisting/
Don't think I'm meant for your eyes/