Terror Squad

Terror Squad - Take Me Home lyrics

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[Chorus]

Let me take you home

She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home

She wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn'

And she said "Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home"

And I said "Mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on" (bitch)



[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's wilin'

She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that

We was drivin on Crenshaw cruisin for food when she pulled up beside me, set off in the 'Lac

And I said "Damn girl you actin like you don't know, never seen me before,

episode of cribs on MTV, video what you think TS stand for?"

She said "Terrific Sex", yeah that too and the diamonds is no facade

Used to be a broke nigga from the BX, now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror Squad

Think about it now, everywhere we go, every other city we tour, they never say no

Seems like every other night I got a different chick beggin me....



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Remy Martin]

I was up in the club right, had some Remy in my cup right

And that's when I peeped him, he was lookin so fresh and so cleaned up

He was fitted down to his sneakers

I really do mean this I aint never seen this, there was some people standin in between us

Had to go over there so I could meet him I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers

If he got a girl I know she's heated 'cuz right now I'm all he needin

If he, crush me then trust me it's a guarantee that he's not leavin

Told me he heard of me but don't know me and I liked him for some reason

Invited him to my place, sat on his face and I aint got a man so it aint cheatin

Think about it now, I don't gotta stress, I dont ever really gotta press, they always say yes

It seems like every other night I got a different nigga beggin me....



[Chorus (phone call)]



[Verse 3: Armageddon]

Yous a big girl, eat it up, now tell ya friend to hold your hair while you eatin' up

A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up

We in the truck and freakin off while the speakers bump

I'm steady speedin up swervin the bumps

I'm trynna fuck but I aint trynna fuck her 23's up

So I ease up, drunk and focused

Trynna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin up

And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them

I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon

I know you heated, wish you was here but, gotta go now have a good evening

Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend

Shorty just called the boat the front seat

And I think she's about to go down 4 Seasons

I know the horn aint beep for no reason

3 in the mornin and actin indecent

She so horny damn this shit seems like every other night I get a group of chicks beggin me....



[Chorus 2x]
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Language: English

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