Turn Down For What - The Game, Problem, Clyde Carson

Nigga turn down for what?

(Might as well get this shit crackin uh uh)

Turn down for what?

(West coast shit uh uh)

Turn down for what?

(Uh what?)

Turn down for what?

Bitch nigga wutchu want?

So woman I be in yo girl from

So what yo girl did my girl done, it was crazy

You want me to stop fuckin er, pussy nigga make it

TU king, crown me official

I came with the mollies, gang came with the pistols

Look got the pills, we got the drink

Hoes got no limits, all we need is a drink

And shit we smacking

Hell yeah, I’m high as my fashion

You need DU hit me, trust me I’m taxin

IRS, I have left no right, I’m gone

And like the porch lights in the hood I stay on

Turn down for what?

Nigga turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

White bitch, black bitch

Little Asian, a Mexican, a frat bitch

Shirt toss, get skinny on a fat bitch

I hit her up like let’s go get a tac bitch

Bitch I’m from Bompton, two speeds

Hood niggas smoke the kush out of loose leaves

Let it bounce on the ghet til that bitch leave

She ain’t even got a car, take my tune speed, we don’t love em

We don’t love em, we don’t fuck em

Extra rubbers then duck em

Dirty Sprite, red cup em

Long night, gotta fuck a nigga

Turn down for what?

Nigga turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Came through on them lame dudes

V12 in the truck showing what that Range do

Only 1 10, fuck the 4−5

Traffic like a motherfucker, nose dive

From San Bernadino, Rack City

Gardina, Pasadena, nigga my city

Ridin, I be bumpin in the 4−50, sunroof open

All hoes getting with me

I’m in the spot, nigga faded

Worth 25 mill

Worth 25 mill

I know you bitch niggas hate it

Got a angel on the grill

Bitch you ridin shotgun, pop a pill like

Turn down for what?

Nigga turn down for what?

Turn down for what?

Turn down for what?