Turn Up The Radio (feat. Far East Movement) [Madonna vs. Laidback Luke] Lyrics

Yo, yo I'm cruising down the block
Just bonking, bombing
Looking for a party
There's jumping, moving
With the girls, they got the body
There's banging, stupid
I wanna get it started
Get wild, get moving (Oh yeah)

When the world starts to get you down
And nothing seems to go your way
And the noise of the maddening crowd
Makes you feel like you're going to go insane

There's a glow of a distant light
Calling you to come outside
To feel the wind on your face and your skin
And it's here I begin my story

Turn up the radio
Turn up the radio
Don't ask me where I wanna go
We gotta turn up the radio

Turn down the noise and turn up the volume
Don't have a choice 'cause the temperature's pounding
If leaving this place is the last thing I do
Then I want to escape with a person just like you

Buzzin' around like a moth to a flame
I'm so sick and tired of playing this game
We gotta have fun if that's all that we do
Gotta shake up the system and break all the rules
Gotta turn up the radio until the speakers blow

Turn up the radio
Turn up the radio
Don't ask me where I wanna go
We gotta turn up the radio

Pumpin' party people
Yo, we don't bring no ego (Hell, no)
Let me see you shake your bum now (Everybody turn it up)
My boombox keeps it jamming

Turn up the radio
Come on, people, gonna bump this jam
Pump it up, we make the club go high
Make the club go high (T-t-turn it up)
Come on, people, gonna bump this jam
Bump this jam
Bu-bump this jam
(T-turn it up)