Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me Home, artist - Terror Squad. Album song True Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Take Me Home |
She wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home |
She wanna turn me on, breakfast in the mornin' |
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) |
I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she’s whilin' |
She’s gangsta, she knows that she’s got it like that |
We was drivin on Crenshaw and cruisin for food when |
she pulled up beside me sat off in a '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’s who 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… |
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 From the fitted down to his sneakers |
I really do mean this I ain’t never seen this, there |
was some people standin in between us I 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 ain’t got a man so it ain’t |
cheatin |
Think about it now, I don’t gotta stress |
I don’t never really gotta press, they always say yes |
It seems like every other night I got a different nigga beggin me… |
You’s 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 tryna fuck, but I ain’t tryna fuck the 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 for a season |
I know the horn ain’t beep for no reason |
3 in the mornin and actin indecent |
She so horny damn this shit seems like every other |
night I got a group of chicks beggin me… |