Take Me Home - Terror Squad, Remy Ma, Fat Joe

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…