Angie Martinez Take Ya Home Lyrics

Take Ya Home Lyrics

[VERSE 1:]
I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday
spot
Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas
Car behind me on my ass,
speed pass
Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to
dance
Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's
You screaming "ay
yo", you don't got a chance
Son, you are speaking a language I don't
understand
Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand
Cause, me,
I'm free to choose 
It's possible to leave with you
When we get through,
I drive passenger seat for you
Let's ride
At one I arrive
Walked past
the line
Damn his ass is fine 
Some guy now we up in the
spot
Watch
Place hot 
Couple of bottles champagne popped
And that's
how we doing it now
I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the
crowd

[CHORUS 2X:]
I was wondering if I could take you home
Would
ya still love me baby, if I could take you home
I was wondering if I could
take you home
Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you
home

[VERSE 2:]
It's around 2 A.M. 
The mood is trend 
The club
is snug
I see him watching, love is love
Caught him when I looked up, gave
him a glance
Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand
I'm
looking over her
Sorry but I'm waiting for this man
Is what I told her,
so she could leave
No breaking up my plans 
No time for talking about
shows 
Or dates that I could host
Damn, he walking over to me, they
breaking out the jokes
My girls laughing 
They see me already
imagining
He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him 
I answered
him
He took my hand with him 
Dancing close
I turned around and gave
him my back, he passed a smoke
He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach

He must want it 
And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique
fronted
Like they don't see 
That they man 'bout to tell 'em peace
And
to think, I wasn't even gonna go out..see?

[CHORUS]

[VERSE
3:]
All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight
Especially if
it's Envy in bungalow eight
We making it hot on the dance floor today
But
my girls wanna leave cause there's nothing to take
Nothing to meet 
Spot
dead, nothing to see
Then we all agree that we won't leave
Cause some
spots the papi's still come at three
That's when I tell the DJ to run that
please
He dancing behind me 
I feel what's under his jeans
And I had
one too many so I'm under his scheme
I mean I'm cool and the gang 
The
music is playing
Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in
waiting
Almost time for breakfast 
Standing by the coat
checkers
Looking for my parking lot ticket...that's it
And this night
just ended 
Can't say with who, what, or where but it'll definitely be
remembered

[CHORUS]

[OUTRO:]
Would you be my boyfriend?
[3X]
For tonight
Would you be my boyfriend? [3X]
For tonight