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Take Me Home Lyrics By Terror Squad

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    let me take you woo

    dre
    she wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
    she wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn
    and 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

    fat joe
    i got this chick from cali profilin’ she’s wild and
    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 let me take you

    dre
    she wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
    she wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn
    and 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

    remy ma
    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 his fitted down to his sneakers
    i really do mean this i ain’t never seen this there was some people standin’ in between us
    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 ’cause 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 that 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 let me take you

    dre
    she wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
    she wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn
    and 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

    armageddon
    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 s up
    so i ease up drunk and focused
    tryna 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 cold jumped over the front seat and
    i think she’s about to go down for sheez and
    i know the horn ain’t beep for no reason
    three in the morning and actin’ indecent
    she so horny damn this shit seems like
    every other night i got a group of chicks beggin’ me let me take you

    dre
    she wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
    she wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn
    and 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
    she wanna take me home and lay me up inside her home
    she wanna turn me on breakfast in the morn
    and 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

    Artist: Terror Squad

    Year: 2004

    Decade: 00s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 398