Fabolous Take You Home songtekst

[Verse 1]Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-SC’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 minglinIf you don’t tell yo man mama, I ain’t sayin a thing andThat nigga got you used to the H.N.O. KingstenI’m fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfinBy the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring inMind spendin a day with the kingpin?Answer yo cell, all day it been ringinTell that nigga, we on our way out to EnglandThem hips and tips, the way they be swinginThe way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring andKnow I thugged you out, the way that you drinkinAnd don’t be scared cabby, the Yay I be slinginMa, I’m where you wanna be, if notWe can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna beYea, you a G, the type that ryde with them camerazInstead of the rearviews on the V, I know[Chrous] (Lil’ Mo)I wonder if I take you homeWould you still be my thug babyBecause I need one tonightI wonder if I take you homeWould you still be my thug babyBecause I need one tonight[Verse 2]Allright, okay…You just gotta stay patient booI’ma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation toYou can push the grey station thruI’ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2How da hell ??? been tweekin outHow you been sneekin out, spent weekends outShe’ll be tired of trainin dat monthYou probably be fakin’ like you came and you ain’t even nutMiss I’ll pipe you til you get a pain in yo gutThe kid’ll be responsible for changin yo struckWherever you hurt, I’ma rub it downI be ready to smack it up, flip it in public nowI know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spotIf I take you home, I know how to keep you stylinI know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, let’s goRepeat 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 CaddyI like’em deepcut, bust, with crazy fattiesThey be wishin’ I was just, they baby daddyI’m the one that make it real easyFor you to just drop’em like he hot, like he Lil’ WeezyI ain’t gon never make you feel sleezyAnd I’ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezyI love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggleThrow yo legz up while I work the middleAlready told me how you strictly be witt’emNow I’ma show you so much cash, that you’ll quickly forget’emI’m young, but know I’ll have you in a bungalowFillin yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with droI’ll have you sprung fa shoIt ain’t gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me?

Repeat Chorus with ad libs til fade out