Yeah!
It's the name, they say it's running the game,
the military man,
we're gonna hand over the torch,
super producer Scott Starch,
and of course,
I'm gonna show you how to get your shine on,
turn it up, the DJ playing my song,
everybody keep on calling my phone,
which one of y'all am I gonna take on,
I'm gonna show them how to get the club crumbed up,
give them something that's gonna rattle that drum,
tip your cups up until you get it drummed,
tell the DJ to play it loud,
turn it up,
give me that million dollar beat and
let me show you what to do with it,
who that is,
that's the illest rapper chopped and screwed in there,
couldn't snatch the game is what they told me so I'm proving it,
put the truth in Texas with Scott Starch and you got you ahead,
hit and never miss,
rep your clique and throw them high,
cause chameleon is the answer to the game like Alan I,
middle fingers to the sky if they don't like that reply,
cause any DJ that deny is a motherfuckin' lie,
so give the ladies what they want,
got them racing to the front of the stage
to fill the place until the DJ turn it up,
yeah,
sound of revenge,
saying universal to get my plaques,
rap is dead so I'ma bring it back
like DJs do when they hear my tracks,
check out my track record,
they'll say I'm a track wrecker,
hotter than a black pepper,
now that I am back,
you can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit,
you dropped the biggest stats ever,
so don't let that black hit ya,
I'ma show you how to get your shine on,
turn it up the DJ playing my song,
everybody keep on calling my phone,
which one of y'all am I gonna take home,
I'ma show them how to get the club grown,
give you something that's gonna rattle that drum,
tip your cups up until you get drunk,
tell the DJ to play it loud,
turn the beat up,
when it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang,
if they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang,
I'm 20 deep in VIP fuckin' every Jane,
splinter steel in my hand from my wood grain,
I got homies on the west,
she like to gang bang,
and I got homies on the east,
she do the same thing,
I told Johnny put 50 in my panky rain,
5 carat diamond chain,
DBS is that a name,
you know I rep the dirty dirty where they move came,
you know we mix purple stuff in that blue drink,
hip
body,
big bodies with blue paint,
we got big boom spray,
but it still stain,
you a lame
so your gang playing mind games,
I'm a pimp so I stay in that mind frame,
stop until I
let that 9 bang,
me and Duke in that Maybach switching lane,
I'ma show you how to get your
shine on,
turn it up the DJ playing my song,
everybody keep on calling my phone,
which
one of y'all am I gonna take home,
I'ma show them how to get the club going,
give them something that's gonna rattle that drum,
tip your cups up until you get drunk,
tell the DJ to play it loud,
turn it to the bar,
you know I'm VIP,
since you're rolling with a star,
you're VIP with me,
come military,
come military the biggest threat to any
of these rappers that think they doing it,
who that is,
some boy from Texas that's
always do it big,
multi-colored diamonds got us shining,
they say our jewelry sick,
Houston got a problem and you don't want nothing to do with it,
do your kid,
I ain't think so,
I'm tipping slow,
when my trunk is lifting up,
look at the neon's as they glow,
groupies never giving up,
they be everywhere I go,
when that elevator go up,
till my suite they'd ever show,
told me that she didn't care about my money,
wasn't hearing it,
looks can be deceiving,
that's chameleon paint appearances,
you know how we do it at home,
a screw in purple syrup is,
she got turned out quicker than my power steering head,
I'ma show you how to get your shine on,
turn it up the DJ playing my song,
everybody keep on calling my phone,
which one of y'all am I gonna take home,
I'ma show them how to get the club cloned,
ain't no slum that's gonna rattle that trunk,
take your clubs up until you get it to your head,
tell the DJ to play it loud,
turn the beat off.