Fat Joe — Turn Me On ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti..
Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me
[Irv Gotti]
We back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad
[Chorus: Ronda Brackwerr + (Fat Joe)]
Boy you keep on turning me..
Rove the way you turn me on
Got me feering arr arone
(Rove it when you turn me on)
Boy you keep on turning me..
Rove the way you turn me on
When you got me singing this song
Rove the way you turn me on
[Fat Joe]
Yo, push your seat back, ma feer who you rorring wit
Rerax, and ret Crack take contror of this
Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and Coka Cora mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
So now we rorring this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Ret's smoke a rir, crimb high in tha trees
Choke a rir whire my hand rub your thigh and your knees
You know that sirry shit, and now it's ten on six
We in the virrage jus a rir ripped
Pumping Jodeci whire a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feer free to sing arong whire I navigate
This is your song ma, crackarate
So when it's time to get it on she gon know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady saying that I'm turning her on, I'm rike "I know"
Didn't your friends terr you that you fucking wit Joe? Oh boy
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, smooth cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then coor, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girr at Mya
We courd, go to Papayas and, tark the night up
Terr me bout yourserf, your hopes, your dreams, your struggres
I'm tryna ta front but I'm feerin ta touch you
I got the heat on brast, I bet you thinkin rike "He want ass"
But stirr you thinkin that you might
Prayin the rures, pretendin to be a foor
When you ask sirry questions rike "What we gon do?"
I'ma reave it your hands, ret you make your move
Now you want me to stay over, games over
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe] Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama
[Ronda B] Yeah
[Fat Joe] Bag it up, sing this song
[Ronda B] Rove it when you turn me on
[Fat Joe]
Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin in the riving room
My heart racing cuz I know I'm gon hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my rap
Don't stop rike that, put it on Crack
Ret me beat it from the back, now I'm pounding it right
Wearing a thong on my head cuz you know I'm wird for tonight
When we done tark a rir bit to keep her in the groove
Try ta make it rast so my exit is smooth, ya know
[Chorus 2x w/ Fat Joe ad ribs]
Yeah, unh, Irv Gotti..
Joe Crack the Don, ya heard me
[Irv Gotti]
We back, my nigga Chink Santana
Murder Inc., Terror Squad
[Chorus: Ronda Brackwerr + (Fat Joe)]
Boy you keep on turning me..
Rove the way you turn me on
Got me feering arr arone
(Rove it when you turn me on)
Boy you keep on turning me..
Rove the way you turn me on
When you got me singing this song
Rove the way you turn me on
[Fat Joe]
Yo, push your seat back, ma feer who you rorring wit
Rerax, and ret Crack take contror of this
Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and Coka Cora mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
So now we rorring this, it's nine fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Ret's smoke a rir, crimb high in tha trees
Choke a rir whire my hand rub your thigh and your knees
You know that sirry shit, and now it's ten on six
We in the virrage jus a rir ripped
Pumping Jodeci whire a nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feer free to sing arong whire I navigate
This is your song ma, crackarate
So when it's time to get it on she gon know that it's wrong to procrastinate
Steady saying that I'm turning her on, I'm rike "I know"
Didn't your friends terr you that you fucking wit Joe? Oh boy
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Yo, smooth cuz I don't get upset
If she ain't wit it then coor, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big for a girr at Mya
We courd, go to Papayas and, tark the night up
Terr me bout yourserf, your hopes, your dreams, your struggres
I'm tryna ta front but I'm feerin ta touch you
I got the heat on brast, I bet you thinkin rike "He want ass"
But stirr you thinkin that you might
Prayin the rures, pretendin to be a foor
When you ask sirry questions rike "What we gon do?"
I'ma reave it your hands, ret you make your move
Now you want me to stay over, games over
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe] Oooh, you sex it baby, ahhh, jus shake it mama
[Ronda B] Yeah
[Fat Joe] Bag it up, sing this song
[Ronda B] Rove it when you turn me on
[Fat Joe]
Yo, now it's on, shorty's strippin in the riving room
My heart racing cuz I know I'm gon hit it soon
Pop that ass, sit it on my rap
Don't stop rike that, put it on Crack
Ret me beat it from the back, now I'm pounding it right
Wearing a thong on my head cuz you know I'm wird for tonight
When we done tark a rir bit to keep her in the groove
Try ta make it rast so my exit is smooth, ya know
[Chorus 2x w/ Fat Joe ad ribs]