Take You Home

(album: Ghetto Fabolous - 2001)

Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
C'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 mingling
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't saying a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm fucking limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blinging, the pay that I bring in
Mind spending a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it be ringing
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
Them hips and tips, the way they be swinging
The way the be jingling, letz stay 'til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinking
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slinging
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 tweaking out?
How you been sneaking out, spent weekends out
You should be tired of training dat mut
You probably be faking 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 changing 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 styling, I know how to keep you smiling
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 wishing 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
Filling 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]