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Take You Home [Verse 1] Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, c'mon (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 been 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 a G, the type that ryde with them cameraz Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know [Chorus (Lil' Mo)] I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight I wonder if I take you home Would you still be my thug baby Because I need one tonight [Verse 2] Allright, okay... You just gotta stay patient boo I'ma make sho 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 ??? been tweekin out How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out She'll be tired of trainin dat month 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 struck 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 [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3] I think it's just that ladies ?? 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 sleezy And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy I love the way you smerk 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 will go, ya heard me? [Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out]
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