Lyrics We Turn It On - Bonus Track - Slick Rick , Doug E. Fresh

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, come on

Her legends, trying keep it soulful
But just since the name is Slick Rick in an old school legend
I decide to make a jam the kids will slam on, ding dong
How you doing, Gigi? Is your man home? Come on

In the living room, I see the brother sitting, say, what up yo?
Yo, we cooked 'em in Atlanta, you think we didn't?
Bitch coming on, beat box stunnin', son
Yo, where'd you get that outfit? One twenty from

Seen the vibe, Cali's on
Lets 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

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? Missin' 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! Say what?
Might not shoot you in front of group two
Run a boot, did I mention I'm also quite cute too?

Fashion and glamor is ammunition
Cats wishin' to rip it like this, keep fishin'
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

As we turn the heat

I bogard through and then be screamin' no hard screw
Hey go-cart crew, your checkin' out "Show "
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
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