Fabolous - Take You Home Lyrics
[verse 1]Yeah, f-a, b-o, l-o, u-sCmon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, cmon(if I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)You gotta love the way this playa be minglinIf you dont tell yo man mama, I aint sayin a thing andThat nigga got you used to the h.n.o. kingstenIm *****in 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 dont be scared cabby, the yay I be slinginMa, Im 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 booIma make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation toYou can push the grey station thruIma sit in the passanger, and rock playstation 2How da hell ? ? ? been tweekin outHow you been sneekin out, spent weekends outShell be tired of trainin dat monthYou probably be fakin like you came and you aint even nutMiss Ill pipe you til you get a pain in yo gutThe kidll be responsible for changin yo struckWherever you hurt, ima 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, lets goRepeat chorus[verse 3]I think its just that ladies ? ? ?Im in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy caddyI likeem deepcut, bust, with crazy fattiesThey be wishin I was just, they baby daddyIm the one that make it real easyFor you to just dropem like he hot, like he lil weezyI aint gon never make you feel sleezyAnd ima 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 wittemNow ima show you so much cash, that youll quickly forgetemIm young, but know Ill have you in a bungalowFillin yo stomach wit cris, yo lungz with droIll have you sprung fa shoIt aint gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me?Repeat chorus with ad libs til fade out
