Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Turn You On , by - Queen Latifah. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Turn You On |
| I can see it in your eyes |
| You wanna get down with Queen La |
| Lace Latifah, I can see ya eyes on my body parts |
| The friendship’s slippin' cause it ain’t me you hittin' |
| Why you trippin'? |
| Wishin' you could get a taste from the black Queen |
| It captivates the mass when I slide on the scene, yo |
| We ain’t gettin' down like that |
| You took a hug to the next level, try to spit that |
| Counterfeit, nice shit put on the act trick |
| Try to get a quick kiss and you got snapped quick |
| I tried to be nice and play it all smooth |
| Well I guess done has somethin' to prove |
| So I had to move, getaway like a fugitive |
| Didn’t wanna do the kid cause I knew the kid |
| Didn’t really wanna do no harm |
| I don’t know what I did but I didn’t mean to turn you on |
| I took you out, I was only tryin' to be nice |
| Let you touch it once or twice |
| Oh, I didn’t mean to turn you on |
| All the ladies in the place know how it go |
| When you show a lil' kindness, cats wanna flow |
| Want some mo' neck shit, some mo' sex shit |
| Well, you tell 'em from the door, it’s strictly friendship |
| Didn’t mean to turn you on |
| Why apologize? |
| I ain’t do nothin' wrong |
| You knew what the deal was, what the real was |
| You was confused with the levels of love |
| I seen you in the club with your eyes on me |
| All night lookin' asinine, up under the strobe light |
| You on thin ice in steel-toed Timbs |
| When it break through I don’t think we could be friends |
| If you sayin' you a playa, baby, live like one |
| You play yourself like a bomb, never gettin' none |
| And say beggin' for some and never get it |
| If I turned you on, I guess you gotta live with it |
| I didn’t mean to turn you on (x8) |
| So what you mad now, got a attitude now |
| Cause I had to pull your foul? |
| Frontin' big Willie style when you’re a major joke |
| Pagin' me so much till my pager smoked |
| Got your Eskimo kiss and shit |
| Your nose’s too brown, how you get chicks to trip |
| Well I ain’t the one, I could buy you and your whip |
| Hold your head cause I’ve got so many hits, what? |