We Turn It On Lyrics - Slick Rick

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, alright 

This is a world premiere 

One time y'all, as we turn the heat 

Once again, as we turn the heat 

Make it hot, make it hot, hot, come on, uh, come on 

Her legends, trying keep it soulful 

But just since it's Slick Rick being an old school legend 

I decide to make a jam the kids will slam on 

How you doing, Gigi? Is your man home? 

In the living room I see the brother sitting, say what yo? 

Yo we cooked 'em in Atlanta 

You think we didn't? 

Bitch coming on, beat box stunning, son 

Yo, where'd you get that outfit? 

One twenty from [Incomprehensible] 

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Seen the vibe Cali's on 

Let's do an up to date, Doug, put your Ballys on 

I burn 'em on, chick got to storm 

While other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm 

We turn it on 

As we turn the heat, yo, yo, uh 

Here's a blast from the past, crowd movers of the future 

Unlimited, hitting it like we used ta 

Boost a track son, we all that son 

Where you been Rick? 

Me? Missing in action 

Here's a story 'bout a cutie, 'bout a rich, 'bout to ditch 

I'm also known to fuck the beauty out a bitch! 

Might not shoot you in front of group two 

Run a boot, did I mention I'm also quite cute too? 

Photos 

Yo, yo, yo fashion and glamor is ammunition 

Cats wishing to rip it like this, keep fishing 

Your flow ain't long enough, strong enough 

And record sales aren't 

Enough, slang it on a phatter to a badder kid 

Don't matter a bit, I had to shit and boomerang inadequate 

Chick got to storm 

While other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm 

We turn it on 

Yo, as we turn the heat, yo, yo, yo 

I bogard through and then be screaming no hard screw 

Hey go-cart crew, your checking out 'The Show Part 2' 

A fellow I know, is this supposed to sell? 

I hope, so well, I spoke and this is what I tell white folk 

I don't discriminate, don't lack the stimulant crack has 

Battle story man and I'll eliminate your wack ass 

Backwards tactics, show for act it 

Me and Doug Fresh took over this rap shit 

Flushes, so as usual tossers 

Better give us our props as you're new school wusses 

Good times, patch rhyming brought back 

And all you other rappers that's trying to talk crap 

I'm not the Devil, but your worst nightmare 

Sick of rebels and none of you motherfuckers can reach the cat's level 

Four motherfuckers got to storm other rapper cat' kettle go hot to warm 

We turn it on, nigga