Fabolous

Fabolous - Take You Home

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 (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 A-train on Kingston
 I'm fuckin on Lambo's, 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 yea 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 cameras
 Instead of the rearviews on the V, I know

 [Chrous] (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 through
 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 mutt
 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

 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 D cup, bust, wit 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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: WEA International Inc.

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Released in: 2001

Language: English

Appearing on: Ghetto Fabolous (2001)

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