| I didn’t evenknow a young lady could look that good
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| I’m ready da bounce outa queens and come to your hood
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| I’m ready da change your life baby, spend some cash
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| Because you got me chinky eyed like blunts mixed with hash
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| When your in my ferrari, look at the seats carve your ass
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| L drive drunk baby, pass the glass
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| As we run up in the club politican with thugs
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| When your bra straps showin’baby girl it’s love
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| 'Cause you are the loose
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| Token and sippin’honeypoof
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| Cause you are the loose
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| Sweet as cranberry, peach snaps and apple-loops
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| Runnin’with Queens finest all the way to the top
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| Pass cars, hard dick and plenty money to shop
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| (Hook)
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| Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby
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| Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I’m on a hot-streak lately
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| Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
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| Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes
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| Take it off, I know my crew look shady
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| Take it off, You see me spendin’dubs baby
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| Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby
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| Wo day drive is live, Monte Carlo was ill
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| Convertable limousines, def jam got the bill
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| Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill
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| Well when the partys over we can go there and chill
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| In London it’s Big Ben style breakfast in bed
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| In Paris you were on an Eifel Tower givin’me head
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| Go to Switzerland, private jets over the house
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| Come home, ghetto style, bend you over the couch
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| Real niggaz, nothin’but the platnium shit
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| Keep that ass soakin wet, plus I’m spendin’his chips
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| Who’s fuckin’wit that, put your middle finger in the air
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| Has a jet pasion X-man playin’wit your hair
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| (Hook)
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| Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby
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| Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me Take it off, I’m on a hot-streak lately
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| Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
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| Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes
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| Take it off, I know my crew look shady
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| Take it off, You see me spendin’dubs baby
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| Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby
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| Dance for me baby (x4)
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| To my man Black Jus baby RIP
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| Accesory to the crime is the prime dogg 3
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| When we get the money baby, spreadin’the cream
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| To tell your brother Joe to hold it down for Queens
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| And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill
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| J.T. |
| Damon in the car let’s get the squeels
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| My nigga Big Bonny Puff, glad your home
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| Rock the bells Melly Mell, Jimmy Love and Tone
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| Baby we live cats, lookin’at where in we rides at Drug walls, hip-hop beats, how 'bout that
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| The rest fell so far, they can’t climb back
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| Let’s take it to the video-tape, rewind that
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| (Hook)(x2)
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| Take it off, Come on and dance with me baby (everybody in theclub)
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| Take it off, There aint nobody who can fade me (word up)
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| Take it off, I’m on a hot-streak lately
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| (champagne glass in the air baby)
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| Take it off, You know that ass look crazy
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| (Just wanna pop it dog, word up)
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| Take it off, You saw me up in that mercedes (yeah yeah)
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| Take it off, I know my crew look shady (it's official, word up)
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| Take it off, You see me spendin’dubs baby
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| Take it off, Watch me dance for you baby
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| Take it off, Greatest of All Times. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take It Off, artist - LL COOL J. Album song G. O. A. T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time, in the genre R&B