Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take You Home , by - Angie Martinez. Release date: 13.01.2003
Song language: English
Take You Home |
| I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot |
| Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas |
| Car behind me on my ass, speed pass |
| Turn the radio on that’s my joint got me and I need to dance |
| Pull up in the truck and it ain’t my man’s |
| You screaming «hey yo», you don’t got a chance |
| Son, you are speaking a language I don’t understand |
| Know the dude I hang with, I don’t hold his hand |
| Cause, me, I’m free to choose |
| It’s possible to leave with you |
| When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you |
| Let’s ride |
| At one I arrive |
| Walked past the line |
| Damn his ass is fine |
| Some guy now we up in the spot |
| Watch |
| Place hot |
| Couple of bottles champagne popped |
| And that’s how we doing it now |
| I’m scheming while the DJ’s moving the crowd |
| I was wondering if I could take you home |
| Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home |
| It’s around 2 A.M. |
| The mood is trend |
| The club is snug |
| I see him watching, love is love |
| Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance |
| Promotion chick walked over while I’m shaking her hand |
| I’m looking over her |
| Sorry but I’m waiting for this man |
| Is what I told her, so she could leave |
| No breaking up my plans |
| No time for talking about shows |
| Or dates that I could host |
| Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes |
| My girls laughing |
| They see me already imagining |
| He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him |
| I answered him |
| He took my hand with him |
| Dancing close |
| I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke |
| He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach |
| He must want it And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted |
| Like they don’t see |
| That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace |
| And to think, I wasn’t even gonna go out. |
| see? |
| All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I’m straight |
| Especially if it’s Envy in bungalow eight |
| We making it hot on the dance floor today |
| But my girls wanna leave cause there’s nothing to take |
| Nothing to meet |
| Spot dead, nothing to see |
| Then we all agree that we won’t leave |
| Cause some spots the papi’s still come at three |
| That’s when I tell the DJ to run that please |
| He dancing behind me I feel what’s under his jeans |
| And I had one too many so I’m under his scheme |
| I mean I’m cool and the gang |
| The music is playing |
| Think I found what I’m looking for, no purpose in waiting |
| Almost time for breakfast |
| Standing by the coat checkers |
| Looking for my parking lot ticket… that's it And this night just ended |
| Can’t say with who, what, or where but it’ll definitely be remembered |
| Would you be my boyfriend? |
| For tonight only |
| Would you be my boyfriend? |
| For tonight only |