Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Turn You On, artist - Queen Latifah.
Date of issue: 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? |