| Lyrics: | (feat. Ronda Blackwell)
[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 Blackwell (Fat Joe)]
Boy you keep on turning
me..
Love the way you turn me on
Got me feeling all alone
(Love it when you turn me
on)
Boy you keep on turning me..
Love the way you turn me on
When you got me singing
this song
Love the way you turn me on
[Fat Joe]
Yo, push your seat back, ma feel
who you rolling wit
Relax, and let Crack take control of this
Have some 'Gnac, Hennessy and
Coka Cola mix
To stop at 1-6-5 for that potent shit
So now we rolling this, it's nine
fifteen
I'm sure you know where we going but time is the key
Let's smoke a lil, climb high
in tha trees
Choke a lil while my hand rub your thigh and your knees
You know that silly
shit, and now it's ten on six
We in the village jus a lil ripped
Pumping Jodeci while a
nigga whip
And watch you marinate, feel free to sing along while I navigate
This is your
song ma, crackalate
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 like "I know"
Didn't your friends
tell 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 cool, I can go without sex
I ain't gotta spend big
for a girl at Mya
We could, go to Papayas and, talk the night up
Tell me bout yourself, your
hopes, your dreams, your struggles
I'm tryna ta front but I'm feelin ta touch you
I got the
heat on blast, I bet you t |
