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body, right next to me
That body heat, all I need, all I need is your body heat
That body heat, turn it up turn it up
So give it up give it up
All I
heat
It's that heat yo

The heat comin' thick down from sao paulo
Bankin' new york shakin' up the apollo
Rhyme like night people bite and swallow
feet on the floor, I’m ’bout to turn up now

I'm in the club high off purp' with some shades on
Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on

(In the club, high
tell the DJ, J, J, J, J
Turn the motherfucker up, up, up, up, up
Yeah, mister bartender, tender, tender, tender
Pour me another cup, cup, cup, cup
Get
And (Cool J) don't move the bottle let the corks pop

I'm incredible, well nigga, outrageous
Turn money like encyclopedia pages
Get freaky throw dyke
(Written by J. Livingston and R. Evans)
We're gathered here this evening to testify
And I want you to know the words for today is let go
(Well)
complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
Little Jack Frost
complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost, get lost
Little Jack Frost
and right
When I´m standing in the darkness turn on the fuckin´ light

In the heat in the dark get to know it well
Like a thief hits the mark get to know
That's right y'all this is the LL Cool J party
Move it, move it, move it, get on the floor baby
That's right, don't try to front like your fly
Get
of cold feet all the lovers complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane

The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get
of cold feet all the lovers complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost,
of cold feet all the lovers complain
You turn up the heat down on lover's lane
The bench in the park is alone in the dark
So, little Jack Frost get lost,
There's no hold
The moving '
Has come through 
The danger 
Brushin you 
Turns its face 
Into the heat 
And runs
The tunnels 
Its so cold
stripe killaz out the gates of Boston
Run up on this, run wit caution

Out of town Roxbury niggas blust shots
South Van High Park stay hot
J
There's no hold
The moving '
Has come through 
The danger 
Brushin you 
Turns its face 
Into the heat 
And runs
The tunnels 
Its so cold
My feet on the floor, I???m ???bout to turn up now 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 
I be rockin' J's or 
I be rockin' Taylors 
I got lots
Hats by BDP

The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
It's Jimmy! It's Jimmy!
The J, the I, the M, the M
The Y, the J, the I, the M
There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug
heart God, sign 'em up
Start the wind up, we John Blazin', Don up in the line up

J-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
J-j-john Blaze
Johnny Blaze ain't
Y'all think a nigga playing?
Don't let me have to lace you up
Louder
Turn it up
J Dilla

Take notice
I'm jumping in the game head first
J.J. Dean and Pigsty Paul, just coughed and grinned
And sank into the pack, don't turn me back

J.J. had blessed us
Cramped me up with salt, Tequila,
Bacardi
Stir it up as we turn on some Marley
If you want you can pet on my Harley
I sit you up on a kitchen sink
And stick the pink umbrella in your drink
Bacardi
Stir it up as we turn on some Marley
If you want you can pet on my Harley
I sit you up on a kitchen sink
And stick the pink umbrella in your drink
it's been a good long while 
Naughty By Nature's on your favorite dial 

Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach 

[Treach] Turn up your motherfuckin