your face says take me home, This is what she said to me Chorus Take me home, I can picture your body, Take me home, And the feel of your skin, Take me home
' kinda horny And I like it baby I think I'm gettin kinda horny Horny [Verse 2:] Now take of ya clothes and come ta me Open ya legs now *** fa me Let me
home They say, (young child don't you run so wild) You're out there doin' wrong, hangin' with the wrong crowd But I didn't really trip it so I kept a
your girl keeps paging me She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me, she squeeze me, lady take it easy! Hate
I aint tripping though dog just want they want you to do yeah you know but hey but you know the choice is your man [Verse 1] They never take me alive
me mami I wanna know [Chorus] [Verse 3: 8 Ball] My yak spilling full of that hay I'm feeling right Spend the night with me let's wake up and take a
future I'm a trooper that is gonna claim single Until I find a female that's a super.. [Hook] [DJ scratching interlude] Ya'll trip me out, claiming
system nervous But you lied to me compulsive, hit me the hardest like explosives into your underground Black Market recordin' shit, get focused Dis Siccmade, can't nothin' possibly take
style thoughts turn homicides You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me Got some off, but none of them hit me Now on a payback tip, with a patched black
hook me up proper or die from my loaded heart stopper like nut smoking up blunt for blunt and one time you can take me if you check me if you want cuz
Lynch with the brotha, (Fuck'em all) to the raw edge bullshit, Niggas on the same ol' trip, about the same ol' bitch, while me and Triple Sicx,
take you city wide Cause my verse is flowing trough the wicked southside From the 8-0-5 to the 2-1-3, puttin' it down See alot of Triple C Dedicated
me that he runnin' for mayor With his campaign strong, got his money on Front a brand new Jag when he wrapped his home Growin' up in motherfuckers doings Catch me
was gone, and I'm on my way home, my momma's going to get me, and I flee with (???). She puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, We stop and frosty
you feel me put your hands up Hood(put em up, put em up, put em up) My hood niggas can you feel me(I gave you we taking over) I'm so hood And It you're
know (M.C. Ren: but would if she's ugly) If she come she a ho Don't ask to battle me home boy what's that you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
for my scratch and killin' all these punk ass chumps Jump on that ass for the fact that they playa hate me About a hundred motherfuckers want to fade me But I'm too crazy, step to me