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Take You HomeYeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-SC'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh Ugh, ladies, ugh, yeah, feel me, I know, uh-huh, c'mon, uh (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby) You gotta love the way this playa be minglin' If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin' a thing and That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten I'm fuckin' limbos, lay on the wingfin By the way I be blingin', the pay that I bring in Mind spendin' a day with the kingpin? Answer yo cell, all day it be ringin' Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin' The way the be jinglin', letz stay 'til the spring and Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin' And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin' Ma, I'm where you wanna be If not, we can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be Yea, you want a G The type that ryde with them cameraz, instead of the rearviews on the V I know [Chorus 2x - Lil' Mo:] I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sure to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to You can push the grey station thru I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2 How da hell you have been tweakin' out? How you been sneakin' out, spent weekends out You should be tired of trainin' dat mut You probably be fakin' like you came, and you ain't even nut Miss I'll pipe you 'til you get a pain in yo gut The kid'll be responsible, for changin' yo strut Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down I be ready to smack it up, flip it, in public now I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot If I take you home I know how to keep you stylin', I know how to keep you smilin' If I take you home Let's go [Chorus 2x] I think it's just the ladies smiley I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy I'm the one that make it real easy For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy I ain't gon' never make you feel sleazy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smirk and giggle, jerk and wiggle Throw yo legz up, while I work the middle Already told me how you strictly be witt'em Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em I'm young, but know, I'll have you in a bungalow Fillin' yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro I'll have you sprung fa'sho It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue'll go Ya heard me? [Chorus 2x] |